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O kiss me ere we part;
But give the cock a blow Grow closer to my heart.
Who did begin our woe!”
ANONYMOUS (Chinese). Translation My heart is warmer surely than the bosom of the
of WILLIAM R. ALGER. main. O joy ! O bliss of blisses !
My heart of hearts art thou. Come, bathe me with thy kisses,
THE PARTING OF ROMEO AND JULIET. My eyelids and my brow. Hark how the wild rain hisses,
JULIET. Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near And the loud sea roars below.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Thy heart beats through thy rosy limbs, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; So gladly doth it stir ;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Thine eye in drops of gladness siims. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
I have bathed thee with the pleasant myrrh; ROMEO. It was the lark, the herald of the Thy locks are dripping balm ;
morn, Thou shalt not wander hence to-night, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks I'll stay thee with my kisses.
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : To-night the roaring brine
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Will rend thy golden tresses ;
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. The ocean with the morrow light
I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Will be both blue and calm ;
JULIET. Yon light is not daylight, I know And the billow will embrace thee with a kiss as it, I : soft as mine.
It is some meteor, that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
Therefore stay yet,
thou need'st not be gone. And when thou art dead, Leander,
ROMEO. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to My soul must follow thee !
death ; 0, go not yet, my love,
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye, The deep salt wave breaks in above ”T is but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Those marble steps below.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The turret-stairs are wet
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : That lead into the sea.
I have more care to stay than will to go ;Leander ! go not yet.
Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. The pleasant stars have set :
How is’t, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day. 0, go not, go not yet,
Juliet. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
This doth not so, for she divideth us :
the lark and loathéd toad change
eyes : She says, “The cock crows, — hark !” 0, now I would they had changed voices too! He says, “No! still 't is dark.”
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence, with hunts-up-to the day,
- more dark
and dark our woes.
JULIET. Then, window, let day in, and let
ROMEO. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I 'll He says, The morning star
(Descends.) Climbs the horizon's bar."
JULIET. Art thou gone so? my love ! my
lord ! my friend ! She says, “Then quick depart :
I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Alas! you now must start ;
For in a minute there are many days :
The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home;
'T is summer, the darkeys are gay ; ADIEU, ADIEU ! MY NATIVE SHORE. The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day; Adieu, adieu ! my native shore
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, Fades o'er the waters blue;
All merry, all happy, all bright; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, By'm by hard timescomesa knockin' at the door, And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Then, iny old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady ; 0, weep no more
to-day ! We'll sing one song for my old Kentucky
home, For our old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill, and the shore ;
On the bench by the old cabin door ;
With sorrow where all was delight; l'he tiine has come, when the darkeys have to part, Then, my old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady, &c. The head must bow, and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go ; A few more days, and the troubles all will end,
In the field where the sugar-cane grow ; A few more days to tote the weary load,
No matter it will never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road, Then, my old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady, &c.
Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover
'T was not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee,
Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe :
Could no other arm be found,
To inflict a cureless wound !
Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away ; Still thine own its life retaineth, –
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which paineth
Is — that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead ;
Wake us from a widowed bed.
When our child's first accents flow,
“ Father," Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is pressed, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had blessed ! Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou nevermore mayst see,
With a pulse yet true to me.
All my madness none can know ;
Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride which not a world could bow, Bows to thee, by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now; But 't is done ; all words are idle,
Words from me are vainer still ; But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.
FAREWELL, THOU ART TOO DEAR. FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate : The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting! And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not
knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth Hatter; In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.
AN EARNEST SUIT
TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM
They name thee before me,
AND wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!
Say nay! say nay y!
Say nay! say nav! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee ! Alas! thy cruelty ! And wilt thou leave me thus?
Sæg nay! say nay!
COME, LET US KISSE AND PARTE. Since there's no helpe, - come, let us kisse and
parte, Nay, I have done, — you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my hearte,
That thus so cleanly I myselfe can free. Shake hands forever ! - cancel all our vows;
And when we meet at any time againe, Be it not seene in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retaine. Now -- at the last gaspe of Love's latest breath —
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies;
SIR THOMAS WYAT
PEACE! what can tears avail ?
THE DYING GERTRUDE TO WALDE.
GERTRUDE OF WYOMING.”
Clasp me a little longer on the brink Reply, reply!
Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress ;
And when this heart hath ceased to beat, – 0, Hath she not dwelt too long
think, Midst pain, and grief, and wrong?
And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, Then why not die ?
That thou hast been to me all tenderness, Why suffer again her doom of sorrow,
And friend to more than human friendship just. And hopeless lie ?
Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, Why nurse the trembling dream until to-morrow? And by the hopes of an immortal trust, Reply, reply!
God shall assuage thy pangs, when I am laid in
dust! Death! Take her to thine arms, In all her stainless charms !
Go, Henry, go not back, when I depart, And with her fly
The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move,
Where my dear father took thee to his heart, To hearenly haunts, where, clad in brightness, The angels lie!
And Gertrude thought it ecstasy to rove
Of peace, imagining her lot was cast