LIGHT. THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, The mind has a thousand eyes, Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done. FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON. JENNY KISSED ME. JENNY kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in ; Time, you thief! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have miss'd me; Say I'm growing old, but add— Jenny kiss'd me! LEIGH HUNT. SHE WAS A BEAUTY. RONDEL. SHE was a beauty in the days And quite coquettish in her ways— Grandpapa, on his right knee bent, And when your roses where hers went When Madison was President. H. C. BUNner. TOUJOURS AMOUR. PRITHEE tell me, Dimple-Chin, When didst learn a heart to win? Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin! “Oh!” the rosy lips reply, "I can't tell you if I try. 'Tis so long I can't remember: Ask some younger lass than I!" Tell, oh tell me, Grizzled-Face, Do your heart and head keep pace? 66 Ah!" the wise old lips reply, "Youth may pass, and strength may die; But of Love I can't foretoken: Ask some older sage than I!" EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. WHAT BARD, O TIME, DISCOVER. WHAT bard, O Time, discover With wings first made thee move! Ah! sure he was some lover Who ne'er had left his love! For who that once did prove The pangs which absence brings, Tho' but one day He were away, Could picture thee with wings? RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. TO CELIA. I. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, II. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. BEN JONSON. HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN. HERE'S to the maiden of bashful fifteen ; Here's to the widow of fifty; |