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The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
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!
SHE WAS A BEAUTY.
She was a beauty in the days
Grandpapa, on his right knee bent,
And when your roses where hers went
H. C. BUNNER.
PRITHEE tell me, Dimple-Chin,
“Oh!" the rosy lips reply,
Tell, oh tell me, Grizzled-Face,
“ 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,
RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN.
DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not look for wine.
Doth ask a drink divine ;
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
It could not withered be ;
And sent'st it back to me,
HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL
HERE's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;