INCONSTANCY. SINCE there's no help, come! let us kiss and part; Nay! I have done, you get no more of me; Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, REGRET. DRAYTON. I LOVED him not; and yet, now he is gone, For reasons, not to love him, once I sought To vex myself and him. I now would give W. S. LANDOR. THE IRISH EMIGRANT. HE place is little changed, Mary, But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, I am very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone. There was comfort ever on your lip, I thank you for the patient smile, I bless you for the pleasant word, LADY DUFFERIN. THE TRUE WIFE. TURN to thee in time of need, It gives me strength to struggle on, And if again my courage fail, Thy timid beauty charmed me firstI breathed a lover's vow, But little thought to find the friend, Whose strength sustains me now; I deemed thee made for summer skies But in the stormy sea, Deserted by all former friends, Dear love! I turn to thee. Should e'er some keener sorrow throw And should I, thoughtless, breathe to thee Forgive it, love! thy smile will set My better feelings free, And with a look of boundless love I still shall turn to thee. T. H. BAILEY. A SONNET. My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; But no such roses see I in her cheeks; I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she, belied with false compare. SHAKSPEARE. |