For his was the error of head, not | A prince without pride, a man without heart, And-oh, how beyond the ambushed foe, Who to enmity adds the traitor's part, And carries a smile, with a curse below! If ever a heart made bright amends For the fatal fault of an erring head Go, learn his fame from the lips of friends, In the orphan's tear be his glory read. guile, To the last unchanging, warm, sin 'I NEVER give a kiss,' says Prue, She'll take one though, and thank you for it. ON A SQUINTING POETESS. To no one Muse does she her glance incline, A JOKE VERSIFIED. 'COME, come,' said Tom's father, 'at your time of life, It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife.' Why so it is, father,-whose wife shall I take?' ON LIKE a snuffers this loving old dame, Though so oft she has snapped at the flame, A SPECULATION. Of all speculations the market holds forth, Is to buy up, at the price he is worth, And then sell him at that which he gets on himself. FROM THE FRENCH. Of all the men one meets about There's none like Jack, he's everywhere, At church-park-auction--dinner-rout,— Go where and when you will he's there. Try the world's end; he's at your back, Meets you, like Eurus, in the east: You're called upon for- How do, Jack?' One hundred times a day at least. A friend of his, one evening, said, As home he took his pensive wayUpon my soul, I fear Jack's dead, I've seen him but three times to-day!' ILLUSTRATION OF A BORE. Ir ever you've seen a gay party Relieved from the presence of NedHow instantly joyous and hearty They've grown when the damper was fledYou may guess what a gay piece of work, What delight to champagne it must be To get rid of its bore of a cork, And come sparkling to you, love, and me. BALLADS AND SONGS. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em; But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! The black eye may say, By adoring, perhaps you may move me!' But the blue eye, half hid, 'I love, and I'm yours if you love me!' I love, and am yours if you love me!' dear Fanny! Then tell me, oh! why, In that lovely eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover ; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said 'No' to a lover? That ever said 'No' to a lover, dear CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT. CEASE, oh cease to tempt Spring may bloom, but she we loved Now hath lost its fleetness. Days were moments near her; Heaven ne'er formed a brighter maid, Nor Pity wept a dearer! Here's the bower she loved so much, And the tree she planted; Here's the harp she used to touchOh how that touch enchanted! HOLY BE THE PILGRIM'S SLEEP. HOLY be the Pilgrim's sleep, From the dreams of terror free; And may all, who wake to weep, Rest to-night as sweet as he! Hark! hark! did I hear a vesper swell! No, no-it is my lovèd Pilgrim's prayer: No, no-'twas but the convent bell, Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep! O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming? Dark is the way, and midnight's coming. Stranger, I've been o'er moor and mountain, To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain, And, Pilgrim, say, where art thou going? Dark is the way, the winds are blowing. Weary with wandering, weak, I falter, To breathe my vows at Agnes' altar. Strew, then, oh! strew his bed of rushes; Here he shall rest till morning blushes. Peace to them whose days are done, 'Tis time for our reposing. Here, then, my Pilgrim's course is o'er ! 'Tis my master! 'tis my master: Welcome here once more; I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. |'Why thus in darkness lie?' whispered I SAW the moon rise clear O'er hills and vales of snow, Nor told my fleet reindeer The track I wished to go. But quick he bounded forth; For well my reindeer knew I've but one path on earthThe path which leads to you, The gloom that winter cast How soon the heart forgets! When summer brings, at last, The sun that never sets. So dawned my love for you; Thus chasing every pain, Than summer sun more true, "Twill never set again. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Joys that pass away like this, Is followed by a tear. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! The girl whose faithless art And with it break my heart. Once, when truth was in those eyes, For truth, alas! is gone. LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played; young Love, 'Thou, whose gay hours should in sunshine move.' 'I ne'er,' said the Dial, 'have seen the warm sun, So noonday and midnight to me, Love, LOVE AND TIME. "TIS said-but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen 'emThat Love and Time have only got One pair of wings between 'em. In courtship's first delicious hour, The boy full oft can spare 'em, But short the moments, short as bright, Love takes his turn to-morrow. |