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Remembered—not with Passion's sigh,
But oh! remembered still : And even from your side, Love,
And even from this scene, One look is o'er the tide, Love,
One thought with Josephine !
Alas! your lips are rosier,
Your eyes of softer blue,
As I have felt for you ;
Which melt before you pass-
Before you lip the glass.
Which she has never seen ;'
My poor Josephine !
TWENTY-EIGHT AND TWENTY-NINE.
I HEARD a sick man's dying sigh,
And an infant's idle laughter,
The New came dancing after !
Let Revelry hold her ladle ;
Fling roses on the cradle ;
Pages to pour the wine ;
And a health to Twenty-Nine !
Alas for human happiness !
Alas for human sorrow! Our yesterday is nothingness,
What else will be our morrow ?
And Knavery stealing purses ;
And wits by making verses ;
While sages prate and courts debate,
The same stars set and shine ; And the world as it rolled through Twenty-Eight,
Must roll through Twenty-Nine.
Some King will come, in Heaven's good time,
To the tomb his father came to; Some Thief will wade through blood and crime
To a crown he has no claim to;
The manacles that bound her ;
To fasten them proudly round her ;
And combat and combine ;
We shall be in Twenty-Nine.
O'Connell will toil to raise the Rent,
And Kenyon to sink the Nation;
And Peel the Association ;
Will make ex-Chancellors merry ;
And jokes will be cut in the House of Lords,
And throats in the County of Kerry;
On the Cabinet's design;
It will do in Twenty-Nine.
And the Goddess of Love will keep her smiles,
And the God of Cups his orgies ; And there'll be riots in St. Giles,
And weddings in St. George's ; And mendicants will sup like Kings,
And Lords will swear like lacqueys ; And black eyes oft will lead to rings,
And rings will lead to black eyes ;
In a dialect all divine ;
They will part in Twenty-Nine.
My uncle will swathe his gouty limbs,
And talk of his oils and blubbers ; My aunt, Miss Dobbs, will play longer hymns,
And rather longer rubbers ;
My cousin in Parliament will prove
How utterly ruined Trade is :
With half a hundred ladies ;
And his thirst from Bordeaux wine :
'Twill be redder in Twenty-Nine.
And O! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older ;
And the heart of Friendship colder ; - But still I shall be what I have been,
Sworn foe to Lady Reason,
And fond of talking treason ;
And throw and write my line;
I shall worship in Twenty-Nine.