Poems with rhymes of lorn

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn

At sic myscheiff war thai of Lorn,
`For fele the lyvys thar has lorne

Soon shalt thou know; for see how lorn
She climbs the steep of shaggy thorn--

And O! for better fortune born,
Grudge not a passing sigh to mourn
Her who was Edith once of Lorn!'

King Robert the Bruce's deadly enemy, John of Lorn,
Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn,

The corals have been rifled from the thorn,
The pastures lie undenizened and lorn,

Her Des Grieux was I, her lover lorn
Bound to her fortunes, blest to live or die,
And faithful ever though to faith forsworn,

O home so desolate and lorn!
Did all thy memories die with thee?
Were any wed, were any born,

The world was at lorn,
But Christ is born

The murmur of the sea whence it was torn --
So in a woman's heart there never dies
The memory of love, though love be lorn.

Call Edith - call the Maid of Lorn!
My sister, slaves! - for further scorn,

When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn, -
'Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn,

What's lost for ever lorn:
Death, death alone can comfort me;
O had I ne'er been born!

'Let it pass round!' quoth He of Lorn,
'And in good time - that winded horn

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn

Lay scattered and torn,
They peeped in the skull,
All ghastly and lorn;

Like phoenix she has been reborn
In human body yet stayed pure.
But doomed to suffer being lorn.