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THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY | Sprinkled with pearl, and pearling flowers atween, JEANIE.

Do like a golden mantle her attire ;

And being crowned with a garland green,
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, Seem like some maiden qucen.
By that pretty white hand o' thine,

Her modest eyes, abashed to behold
And by a' the lowing stars in heaven,

So many gazers as on her do stare,
That thou wad aye be mine!

Upon the lowly ground affixéd are ;
And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie, Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold,
And by that kind heart o' thine,

But blush to hear her praises sung so loud,
By a' the stars sown thick owre heaven, So far from being proud.
That thou shalt aye be mine?

Nathless do ye still loud her praises sing,

That all the woods mayanswer, and your echo ring. Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic bands,

And the heart that wad part sic luve ! Tell me, ye merchants' daughters, did ye see But there's nae hand can loose my band, So fair a creature in your town before ? But the finger o' Him abuve.

So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she, Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield, Adorned with Beauty's grace and Virtue's store ? And my claithing ne'er sae mean,

Her goodly eyes like sapphires, shining bright I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o' luve, Her forehead ivory white, Heaven's armfu' o' my Jean.

Her cheeks like apples which the sun hath rudded,

Her lips like cherries charming men to bite, Her white arm wad be a pillow for me,

Her breast like to a bowl of cream uncrudded, Fu' safter than the down ;

Her paps like lilies budded, And Luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind Her snowy neck like to a marble tower ; wings,

And all her body like a palace fair, And sweetly I'd sleep, and soun'.

Ascending up


many a stately stair Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve !

To Honor's seat and Chastity's sweet bower. Come here and kneel wi' me !

Why stand ye still, ye virgins, in amaze, The morn is fu' o' the presence o' God,

Upon her so to gaze, And I canna pray without thee.

Whilst ye forget your former lay to sing, The morn wind is sweet 'mang the beds o' new Towhich the woods did answer, and your echo ring.

The wee birds sing kindlie and hie;
Our gudeman leans owre his kale-yard dike,

And a blythe auld bodie is he.
The Beuk maun be ta’en whan the carle comes There are who say the lover's heart

Is in the loved one's merged ;
Wi' the holy psalmodie ;

O, never by love's own warm art And thou maun speak o' me to thy God,

So cold a plea was urged ! And I will speak o' thee.

No!-hearts that love hath crowned or crossed,

Love fondly knits together ;
But not a thought or hue is lost

That made a part of either.

It is an ill-told tale that tells
Lo! where she comes along with portly pace, Of “ hearts by love made one" ;
Like Phæbe from her chamber of the east, He grows who near another's dwells
Arising forth to run her mighty race,

More conscious of his own ;
Clad all in white, that seems a virgin best. In each spring up new thoughts and powers
So well it her beseems, that ye would ween

That, mid love's warm, clear weather, Some angel she had been.

Together tend like climbing flowers, Her long, loose yellow locks, like golden wire, And, turning, grow together.



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Such fictions blink love's better part,

Giver of all things fair, but fairest this
Yield up its half of bliss ;

Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see
The wells are in the neighbor heart

Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself
When there is thirst in this :

Before me; Woman is her name, of man
There findeth love the passion-flowers Extracted : for this cause he shall forego
On which it learns to thrive,

Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; Makes honey in another's bowers,

and they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.' But brings it home to hive.

She heard me thus, and though divinely

brought, Love's life is in its own replies, —

Yet innocence and virgin modesty, To each low beat it beats,

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, Smiles back the smiles, sighs back the sighs, That would be wooed, and not unsought be And every throb repeats.

won, Then, since one loving heart still throws

Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired, Two shadows in love's sun,

The more desirable ; or, to say all,
How should two loving hearts compose Nature herself, though pure of sinful thought,
And mingle into one ?

Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned :
I followed her ; she what was honor knew,
And with obsequious majesty approved

My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower

I led her blushing like the morn : all Heaven,

And happy constellations on that hour MINE eyes he closed, but open left the cell Shed their selectest influence; the earth Of fancy, my internal sight, by which

Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Abstract, as in a trance, methought I saw, Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape Whispered it to the woods, and from their Still glorious before whom awake I stood;

wings Who, stooping, opened my left side, and took

Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub, From thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night And life-blood streaming fresh ; wide was the Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star wound,

On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp.
But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed :
The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands;

When I approach Under his forming hands a creature grew, Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, Manlike, but different sex, so lovely fair, And in herself complete, so well to know That what seemed fair in all the world seemed Her own, that what she wills to do or say

Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best; Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained All higher knowledge in her presence falls And in her looks, which from that time infused Degraded, wisdom in discourse with her Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,

Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows; And into all things from her air inspired Authority and reason on her wait, The spirit of love and amorous delight.

As one intended first, not after made She disappeared, and left me dark; I waked

Occasionally ; and, to consummate all, To find her, or forever to deplore

Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat
Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure : Build in her loveliest, and create an awe
When out of hope, behold her, not far off, About her, as a guard angelic placed."
Such as I saw her in my dream, adorned
With what all earth or Heaven could bestow Neither her outside formed so fair, nor aught
To make her amiable. On she came,

In procreation common to all kinds,
Led by her heavenly Maker, though unseen,
And guided by his voice, nor uninformed

So much delights me, as those graceful acts,
Of nuptial sanctity and marriage rites :

Those thousand decencies that daily flow Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, From all her words and actions, mixed with love In every gesture dignity and love.

And sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud :

Union of mind, or in us both one soul ; “This turn hath made amends; thou hast Harmony to behold in wedded pair fulfilled

More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear. Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign,






Along Glengariff's sea;

And crowds in many a galley

To the happy marriage rally

Of the maiden of the valley
ALICE was a chieftain's daughter,

And the youth of Céim-an-eich ,
And though many suitors sought her,

Old eyes with joy are weeping, as all ask on

bended knee,
She so loved Glengariff's water
That she let her lovers pine.

A blessing, gentle Alice, upon thee.
Her eye was beauty's palace,
And her cheek an ivory chalice,

Through which the blood of Alice
Gleamed soft as rosiest wine,

TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. And her lips like lusmore blossoms which the fairies intertwine,

O, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art,
And her heart a golden mine.

With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart !
By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free

Thy crowd of captives and descend to me?
She was gentler and shyer

Content in shades obscure to waste thy life,
Than the light fawn which stood by her,

A hidden beauty and a country wife?
And her eyes emit a fire

0, listen while thy summers are my theme ! Soft and tender as her soul;

Ah ! soothe thy partner in his waking dream!
Love's dewy light doth drown her,

In some small hamlet on the lonely plain,
And the braided locks that crown her

Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy
Than autumn's trees are browner,

train, When the golden shadlows roll

Or where high Windsor, thick with greens arrayed, Through the forests in the evening, when cathe- Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample shade, dral turrets toll,

Fancy has figured out our calm retreat; And the purple sun advanceth to its goal. Already round the visionary seat

Our limes begin to shoot, our flowers to spring Her cottage was a dwelling

The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing. All regal homes excelling,

Where dost thou lie, thou thinly peopled green, But, ah ! beyond the telling

Thou nameless lawn, and village yet unseen, Was the beauty round it spread,

Where sons, contented with their native ground, The wave and sunshine playing,

Ne'er travelled further than ten furlongs round, Like sisters each arraying,

And the tanned peasant and his ruddy bride Far down the sea-plants swaying

Were born together, and together died, ['pon their coral bed,

Where early larks best tell the morning light, And languid as the tresses on a sleeping maiden's And only Philomel disturbs the night? head,

Midst gardens here my humble pile shall rise, When the summer breeze is dead.

With sweets surrounded of ten thousand dyes ;
All savage where th' embroidered gardens end,

The haunt of echoes, shall my woods ascend;
Need we say that Maurice loved her, Andoh! if Heaven th'ambitiousthought approve,
And that no blush reproved her,

A rill shall warble 'cross the gloomy grove, When her throbbing bosom moved her A little rill, o'er pebbly beds conveyed, To give the heart she gave ?

Gush down the steep, and glitterthrough the glade. That by dawn-light and by twilight, Whatcheering scents these bordering banksexhale! And, O blessed moon, by thy light, How loud that heifer lows from yonder vale !

When the twinkling stars on high light That thrush how shrill ! his note so clear, so high, The wanderer o'er the wave,

He drowns each feathered minstrel of the sky. His steps unconscious led him where Glengariff's Here let me trace beneath the purpled morn waters lave

The deep-mouthed beagle and the sprightly horn, Each mossy bank and cave.

Or lure the trout with well-dissembled flies,
Or fetch the fluttering partridge from the skies.

Nor shall thy hand disdain to crop the vine,
The sun his gold is flinging,

The downy peach, or flavored nectarine ;
The happy birds are singing,

Or rob the beehive of its golden hoard,
And bells are gayly ringing

And bear th' unbought luxuriance to thy board



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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.

Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours,
While from thy needle rise the silken flowers,
And thou, by turns, to ease my feeble sight,
Resume the volume, and deceive the night.
0, when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest,
Soft whispering, let me warn my love to rest ;
Then watch thee, charmed, while sleep locks every

And to sweet Heaven commend thy innocence.
Thus reigned our fathers o'er the rural fold,
Wise, hale, and honest, in the days of old ;
Till courts arose, where substance pays for show,
And specious joys are bought with real woe.

Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on which they did bring,

It was too wide a peck;
And, to say truth, for out it must,
It looked like the great collar — just

About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,

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,
No daisy makes comparison ;

Who sees them is undone ;
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Cath'rine pear,

The side that's next the sun.

O, LAY thy hand in mine, dear!

We're growing old ; But Time hath brought no sign, dear,

That hearts grow cold.
'T is long, long since our new love

Made life divine;
But age enricheth true love,

Like noble wine.

And lay thy cheek to mine, dear,

And take thy rest;
Mine arms around thee twine, dear,

And make thy nest.
A many cares are pressing

On this dear head ;
But Sorrow's hands in blessing

Are surely laid.

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.


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And the music's brisker din
At the bridegroom's entering in,
Entering in, a welcome guest,
To the chamber of his rest.

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Now the jocund song is thine,
Bride of David's kingly line ;
How thy dove-like bosom trembleth,
And thy shrouded eye resembleth
Violets, when the dews of eve
A moist and tremulous glitter leave

THEN before All they stand, the holy vow
And ring of gold, no fond illusions now,
Bind her as his. Across the threshold led,
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed,
His house she enters, - there to be a light,
Shining within, when all without is night;
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing,
Winning him back when mingling in the throng,
Back from a world we love, alas ! too long,
To fireside happiness, to hours of ease,
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
How oft her eyes read his ; her gentle mind
To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined ;
Still subject, ever on the watch to borrow
Mirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow !
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly -

A thousand melodies unheard before !

On the bashful sealed lid !
Close within the bride-veil hid,
Motionless thou sitt'st and mute ;
Save that at the soft salute
Of each entering maiden friend,
Thou dost rise and softly bend.

Hark! a brisker, merrier glee !
The door unfolds, - 't is he! 't is he!
Thus we list our lamps to meet him,
Thus we touch our lutes to greet him.
Thou shalt give a fonder meeting,
Thou shalt give a tenderer greeting.



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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


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