e wine; eyes of mine, April rain my tears fall e dawn you all and gone. Woodworth Reese [1856 I DILEXIT" His feet; the weight n are blown to prove nd with her untressed hair she was so blessed to touch; he soiling of despair bul, because she loved so much. of doubts and fears: e thing of love and tears. Hartley Coleridge [1796-1849] THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS ONE more Unfortunate, Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Drips from her clothing; Touch her not scornfully; Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's familyWipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Where was her home? In she plunged boldly- The rough river ran- Dissolute Man! Lave in it,—drink of it, Take her up tenderly, Ere her limbs frigidly Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing, Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Burning insanity, Into her rest. Cross her hands humbly Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour! Thomas Hood (1799-1845) in begins to swim! s are heavy and dim! sset, and band, gusset, and seam,buttons I fall asleep, hem on in a dream! h sisters dear! th mothers and wives! en you're wearing out, an creatures' lives! stitch-stitch, ty, hunger and dirt, bnce, with a double thread, 1 as well as a shirt! do I talk of death,— antom of grisly bone? ear his terrible shape, so like my own,— |