WANTED, A SINGER. H! sing me a song of the wild, wide sea, How mariners bold as bold can be Nay, fashion the verse to a knightly strain, And sing of some warlike band; Of chivalry seeking a battle-plain And perishing sword in hand. I feel whenever I hear you sing So decided a taste for that kind of thing. But can you not carol a heart-felt lay, And pure as the skies above? I think whenever I hear you sing That there may be a charm in that kind of thing. Come, chirrup me gaily a drinking-stave, Of the bowl and its deep delights A hymn to old BACCHUS, the god that gave But stop-why trouble yourself to sing, As I know I am good at that kind of thing? ANTICIPATIONS. I AM thirty to-day, and my health Where prophecies touching my wealth And my fame will be fluent and hearty. Then Fancy, excited by themes That are born of the wine and the dinner, May bring back belief in the dreams That I dream'd as a hopeful beginner. Ah! my ballads, my songs, how I've yearn'd Or "The Lyrics and Lays of a Lover ; Should be printed in gold on the cover. I have long'd for the pleasures that gold Can procure-and I freely confess it : (For avarice grows, we are told, As the ipsa pecunia crescit.) If I had but a fortune-oh, then I could finish my course pretty gaily, With lots of the cleverest men In my circle to dine with me daily. I should give up my bachelor life When I met with a girl to adore me : With riches and fame and a wife, What a path would be open before me! My bliss would be trebly secure, And my future unclouded and sunny. She'd love me for love, I am sure: And, if not, she could love me for money! THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES. HAVE a friend in Eaton Place A very wealthy man Whose house is one I love to grace As often as I can. His meats are always of the best, His wines are rich and rare A footman, elegantly drest, Keeps watch behind my chair. I like the meats-I love the wine- In that expensive way.) K |