THE Moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide open burst. The Bee's kiss, now! Kiss me as if you entered gay A bud that dares not disallow The claim, so all is rendered up, ROBERT BROWNING. THE LOST MISTRESS. [1845.] ALL'S over, then-does truth sound bitter, Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, One day more bursts them open fully To-morrow we meet the same then, deareft? Mere friends are we, well, friends the mereft For each glance of that eye so bright and black, ROBERT BROWNING. RONDEAU. [1844.] JENNY kiffed me when we met, Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, LEIGH HUNT. CUPID SWALLOWED. A PARAPHRASE FROM THE ANTHOLOGY. . [1844.] T'OTHER day, as I was twining The tiny traitor, Love himself! By the wings I pinched him up Like a bee, and in a cup Of my wine I plunged and sank him, And what d'ye think I did?—I drank him. LEIGH HUNT. SONG. ONE year ago my path was green, Alas! and could it have been so One year ago? There is a love that is to laft I took a leaflet from her braid Love! broken should have been thy bow WALTER SAVAGE LANDor. SONG. [1846.] I LOVE to hear that men are bound WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. SONG. [1846.] LITTLE it interests me how Some insolent usurper now Divides your narrow chair; Little heed I whose hand is placed Or paddles in A time, a time there may have been And dare you ask what you have done? The weak have taught the wise. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. SONG. [1846.] OFTEN have I heard it said When he killed me once in play, Will they be as bright again? Not if killed by other men. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. |