As a peculiar darling? Lo, the flies O Lord, Thou doest well. I am content. So, O Lord, let me hold him in my grave The snow is round thy dwelling, the white snow, Till all things were fulfilled, and he came forth, LORD, I am weeping. As Thou wilt, O Lord, young, That on the fleck and moult of brutish beasts SIDNEY DOBELL Een so- but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew, to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged? At dead of night their sails were filled, To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, But O blithe breeze! and O great seas! Though ne'er that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last. One port, methought, alike they sought, ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. AE FOND KISS BEFORE WE PART. Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee; I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy - O MY Luve's like a red, red rose That's sweetly played in tune. And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve ! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. ROBERT BURNS. THE KISS, DEAR MAID. THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left Till happier hours restore the gift Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see: The tear that from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me. I ask no pledge to make me blest Nor need I write to tell the tale THE HEATH THIS NIGHT MUST BE MY BED. SONG OF THE YOUNG HIGHLANDER SUMMONED FROM THE SIDE OF HIS BRIDE BY THE FIERY CROSS" OF RODERICK DHU. THE heath this night must be my bed, Far, far from love and thee, Mary; I may not, dare not, fancy now My life, I love thee. I dare not think upon thy vow, And all it promised me, Mary. A time will come with feeling fraught! Shall be a thought on thee, Mary. SIR WALTER SCOTT. TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. TELL me not, sweet, I am unkinde, Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde, True, a new mistresse now I chase, - Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, should adore; I could not love thee, deare, so much, Loved I not honor more. RICHARD LOVELACE. BLACK-EYED SUSAN. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, "O, where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William sails among the crew." William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest :The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet. "O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. "Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go. ADIEU, ADIEU! OUR DREAM OF LOVE- "If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. "Though battle call me from thy arms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard; They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; "Adieu!" she cries; and waved her lily hand. JOHN GAY. |