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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,
Her modest eyes, abashed to behold
So many gazers as on her do stare,
Upon the lowly ground affixéd are ;
But blush to hear her praises sung so loud,
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'.
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.
Is in the loved one's merged ;
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 ;
That made a part of either.
It is an ill-told tale that tells
More conscious of his own ;
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.
THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY.
Such fictions blink love's better part,
Giver of all things fair, but fairest this
Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself
Before me; Woman is her name, of man
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,
Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned :
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.
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
In procreation common to all kinds,
So much delights me, as those graceful acts,
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,
DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY.
Along Glengariff's sea;
And crowds in many a galley
To the happy marriage rally
Of the maiden of the valley
And the youth of Céim-an-eich ,
Old eyes with joy are weeping, as all ask on
A blessing, gentle Alice, upon thee.
Through which the blood of Alice
TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. And her lips like lusmore blossoms which the fairies intertwine,
O, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art,
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart !
Thy crowd of captives and descend to me?
Content in shades obscure to waste thy life,
A hidden beauty and a country wife?
0, listen while thy summers are my theme ! Soft and tender as her soul;
Ah ! soothe thy partner in his waking dream!
In some small hamlet on the lonely plain,
Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy
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 ;
The haunt of echoes, shall my woods ascend;
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,
Nor shall thy hand disdain to crop the vine,
The downy peach, or flavored nectarine ;
Or rob the beehive of its golden hoard,
And bear th' unbought luxuriance to thy board
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,
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.
O, LAY THY HAND IN MINE, DEAR!
Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
Who sees them is undone ;
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.
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.
Her lips were red ; and one was thin,
Some bee had stung it newly ;
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.
SIR JOHN SUCKLING
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.