Like him the sprite Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Was turned away, O! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever. Thomas Moore [1779-1852] DEAR FANNY "SHE has beauty, but you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you mustn't be caught so": Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, And 'tis not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny, 'Tis not the first time I have thought so. "She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly; 'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season"; Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny That Love reasons better than Reason, Dear Fanny Love reasons much better than Reason. Thomas Moore [1779-1852] A Certain Young Lady 705 A CERTAIN YOUNG LADY THERE'S a certain young lady, And full of all mischief, I ween; So teasing! so pleasing! And you know very well whom I mean. With an eye dark as night, Yet than noonday more bright, It can thrill with a glance, And you know very well whom I mean. With a stately step-such as You'd expect in a duchess And a brow might distinguish a queen, That says "touch me who dare," And you know very well whom I mean. With a toss of the head That strikes one quite dead, But a smile to revive one again; That toss so appalling! That smile so enthralling! And you know very well whom I mean. Confound her! de 'il take her! A cruel heart-breaker But hold! see that smile so serene, God love her! God bless her! May nothing distress her! You know very well whom I mean. Heaven help the adorer Who happens to bore her, WHERE be you going, you Devon maid? I love your hills and I love your dales, I'll put your basket all safe in a nook; John Keats [1795-1821] LOVE IN A COTTAGE THEY may talk of love in a cottage, They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping But give me a sly flirtation By the light of a chandelier,- And nobody very near; Song of the Milkmaid Or a seat on a silken sofa, With a glass of pure old wine, And mamma too blind to discover The small white hand in mine. Your love in a cottage is hungry, True love is at home on a carpet, His wing is the fan of a lady, His foot's an invisible thing, And his arrow is tipped with a jewel, 707 Nathaniel Parker Willis [1806–1867] SONG OF THE MILKMAID From "Queen Mary" SHAME upon you, Robin, Shame upon you now! Kiss me would you? with my hands Milking the cow? Daisies grow again, Kingcups blow again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow. Robin came behind me, Kissed me well, I Vow; Cuff him could I? with my hands Milking the cow? Swallows fly again, Cuckoos cry again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow. Come, Robin, Robin, Come and kiss me now; Help it can I? with my hands Milking the cow? Ringdoves coo again, All things woo again, Come behind and kiss me milking the cow! Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892] "WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW" I KNOW a girl with teeth of pearl, She lives,-ah well, I must not tell,- Her sunny hair is wondrous fair, And wavy in its flow; Who made it less One little tress, Wouldn't you like to know? Her eyes are blue (celestial hue!) And dazzling in their glow; On whom they beam With melting gleam,- Her lips are red and finely wed, Like roses ere they blow; What lover sips Those dewy lips, Wouldn't you like to know? |