The village church, among the trees, Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. SAMUEL ROGERS. RUTH. She stood breast high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush, Round her eyes her tresses fell, But long lashes veil'd a light, That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Share my harvest and my home. THOMAS HOOD. THE BRIDE. (FROM "A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING".) Her finger was so small, the ring And to say truth (for out it must) Her feet beneath her petticoat, Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy bears comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Her lips were red, and one was thin, Than on the sun in July. SIR JOHN SUCKLING. The allusion to Easter-day is founded upon a beautiful old superstition of the English peasantry, that the sun dances upon tha morning." CHAMBERS. MY WIFE 'S A WINSOME WEE THING. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer: And neist my heart I 'll wear her, She is a winsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, ROBERT BURNS. AGNES. As birthday I will celebrate The day when first I met her; O, take my life, but not my love; I'm lost, were I to lose her; She is my light, she is my stay, 'Mongst millions I would choose her. GEORGE H. CALVERT. OH, NO-NOT EV'N WHEN FIRST WE LOV'D. Oh, no-not ev'n when first we lov'd, Thy beauty then my senses mov'd, But now thy virtues bind my heart. Has since been turned to Reason's vow; Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more wild desire, Much more than it has lost in fire. THOMAS MOORE. |