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No grape that 's kindly ripe could be So round, so plump, so soft as she,
Nor half so full of juice.
Her finger was so small, the ring
It was too wide a peck;
About our young colt's neck.
As if they feared the light; But 0, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
Who sees them is undone ;
The side that's next the sun.
Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin.
Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze,
Than on the sun in July.
Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou’dst swear her teeth her words did break
That they might passage get ; But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
HEBREW WEDDING. To the sound of timbrels sweet Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on the road To the virgin's blest abode ; With thy yellow torches gleaming, And thy scarlet mantle streaming, And the canopy above Swaying as we slowly move. Thou hast left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have ceased; And now we set thee down before The jealously unclosing door, That the favored youth admits Where the veiled virgin sits In the bliss of maiden fear, Waiting our soft tread to hear,
Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours,
0, LAY THY HAND IN MINE, DEAR!
O, LAY thy hand in mine, dear!
We're growing old ;
That hearts grow cold.
Made life divine;
Like noble wine.
And lay thy cheek to mine, dear,
And take thy rest;
And make thy nest.
On this dear head ;
Are surely laid.
0, lean thy life on mine, dear !
'T will shelter thee.
On my young tree :
And songbirds flown,
FROM A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING.
The maid, and thereby hangs a tale,
Could ever yet produce :
And the music's brisker din
CHORUS OF MAIDENS.
Now the jocund song is thine,
THEN before All they stand, the holy vow
On the bashful sealed lid !
Hark! a brisker, merrier glee !
HENRY HART MILMAN.
WIFE, CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS. But happy they! the happiest of their kind !
Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre- Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. sented
'T is not the coarser tie of human laws, (The list of what fate for each mortal intends), Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, And slipped in three blessings, wife, children, Attuning all their passions into love ; and friends.
Where friendship full-exerts her softest power,
Perfect esteem enlivened by desire In vain surely Pluto maintained he was cheated, Ineffable, and sympathy of soul ;
For justice divine could not compass its ends. Thought meeting thought, and will preventing The scheme of man's penance heswore was defeated,
will, For earth becomes heaven with-wife, children, With boundless confidence : for naught but love and friends.
Can answer love, and render bliss secure.
Meantime a smiling offspring rises round, If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands vested, And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The fund ill secured, oft in bankruptcy ends; The hunan blossom blows ; and every day, But the heart issues bills which are never protested, Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm, When drawn on the firm of — wife, children, The father's lustre and the mother's bloom. and friends.
Then infant reason grows apace, and calls
For the kind hand of an assiduous care. The day-spring of youth still unclouded by sorrow, To teach the young idea how to shoot,
Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, Alone on itself for enjoyment depends ; But drear is the twilight of age if it borrow
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, No warmth from the smile of — wife, children, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The and friends.
generous purpose in the glowing breast. O, speak the joy ! ye whom the sudden tear
WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING.
Surprises often, while you look around,
She is a winsome wee thing,
THE BANKS OF THE LEE.
My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die; O The banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,
Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,
Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle kiss, And I'm sure that there's no one so fairas my bride. While Time and Peace with hands unlocked fly, She's modest and meek,
Yet care I not where in Eternity There's a down on her cheek,
We live and love, well knowing that there is
No backward step for those who feel the bliss And her skin is as sleek
Of Faith as their most lofty yearnings high :
Love hath so purified my being's core,
Meseems I scarcely should be startled, even,
To find, some morn, that thou hadst gone before ; And her whisper is low, But as clear as the spring.
Since, with thy love, this knowledge too was O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,
Which each calm day doth strengthen more and And love in a cottage for Mary and me!
more, I know not how love is happy elsewhere,
That they who love are but one step from Heaven. I know not how any but lovers are there. 0, so green is the grass, so clear is the stream, So mild is the mist and so rich is the beam, That beauty should never to other lands roam,
I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away, But make on the banks of our river its home!
Whose life to mine is an eternal law, When, dripping with dew,
A piece of nature that can have no flaw,
A new and certain sunrise every day;
But, if thou art to be another ray
About the Sun of Life, and art to live
Free from all of thee that was fugitive, Must be hoarded for hours,
The debt of Love I will more fully pay, ”T is poured in such showers
Not downcast with the thought of thee so high, When my Mary goes past.
But rather raised to be a nobler man, O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee,
And more divine in my humanity, And love in a cottage for Mary and me!
As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan O, Mary for me, Mary for me,
My life are lighted by a purer being, And 't is little I'd sigh for the banks of the Lee! And ask meek, calm-browed deeds, with it agree