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BRIGHT, O BRIGHT FEDALMA! The image of themselves by turns, the idol of (From " The Spanish Gypsy.'')

past years. AIDEN, crowned with glossy blackness, Of her bright face one glance will trace a Lithe as panther forest roaming,

picture on the brain, Long-armed naiad, when she dances,

And of her voice in echoing hearts a sound On a stream of ether floating,

must long remain; Bright, O bright Fedalma!

But memory such as mine of her so very much

endears, From all curves, like softness drifted,

When death is nigh, my latest sigh will be not Wave-kissed marble roundly dimpling,

life's, but hers. Far-off music slowly winged, Gently rising, gently sinking,

I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness Bright, O bright Fedalma!

alone;

A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming parPure as rain-tear on a rose-leaf,

agon ; Cloud higb-born in noon-day spotless, Her health! and would on earth there stood Sudden perfect as the dew-bead,

some more of such a frame ! Gem of earth and sky begotten,

That life might be all poetry, and weariness a Bright, O bright Fedalma!

EDWARD COATES PINKNEY. Beauty has no mortal father,

Holy light her form engendered Out of tremor, yearning, gladness,

THE GOLD-HUNTER.
Presage sweet and joy remembered,

(From "The Arizonian.")
Child of light, Fedalma!
MARIAN Evans CROSS.

earth,
("* George Eliot.")

Hid over the door and hid under the hearth,
Hoarded and hid, as the world went over,

For the love of a blonde by a sun-browned
A HEALTH.

lover; FILL this cup to one made up of loveliness And I said to myself, as I set my face alone;

To the East and afar from the desolate place, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming par “She has braided her tresses, and through agon ;

tears To whom the better elements and kindly Looked away to the West for years, the years stars have given

That I have wrought where the sun tans A form so fair that, like the air, 'tis less of brown; earth than heaven,

She has waked by night, she has watched

by day, Her every tone is music's own, like those of She has wept and wondered at my delay, morning birds,

Alone and in tears with her head held down, And something more than melody dwells ever Where the ships sail out and the seas swirl in, in her words;

Forgetting to knit and refusing to spin. The coinage of her heart are they, and from She shall lift her head, she shall see her lover, her heart each flows,

She shall hear his voice like a sea that As one may see the burdened bee forth issue rushes, from the rose.

She shall hold his gold in her hands of

snow, Affections are as thoughts to her, the meas And down on his breast she shall hide ure of her hours;

her blushes, Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness And never a care shall her true heart know of young flowers;

While the clods are below or the clouds are And lovely passions, changing oft, so fill her, above her." she appears

JOAQUIN MILLER.

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FAREWELL TO NANCY. When thou art in good humor dressed,
E fond kiss, and then we sever!

When gentle reason rules thy breast,
The sun upon the calmest sea

Appears not half so bright as thee;
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

'Tis then that with delight I rove Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Upon the boundless depth of love; Who shall say that fortune grieves him

I bless my chain, I hand mine oar,
While the star of hope she leaves him?

Nor think on all I left on shore.
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

“But when vain doubt and groundless fear I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

Do that dear foolish bosom tear, Naething could resist my Nancy;

When the big lip and watery eye But to see her was to love her,

Tell me the rising storm is nigh, Love but her, and love forever.

'Tis then thou art yon angry main, Had we never loved sae kindly,

Deformed by winds and dashed by rain; Had we never loved sae blindly,

And the poor sailor that must try Never met, or never parted,

Its fury, labors less than I. We had ne'er been broken-hearted !

Shipwrecked, in vain to land I make,

While love and fate still drive me back; Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Forced to dote on thee thy own way, Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! I chide thee first, and then obey; Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Wretched when from thee, vexed when nigh, Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure !

I with thee, or without thee, die. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,

MATTHEW PRIOR.
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

WOOING STUFFE.
ROBERT BURNS.

DAINT amorist, what! dost thou think

To taste love's honey, and not drink THE LADYS LOOKING-GLASS. One drop of gall? or to devour

A world of sweet, and taste no sour? VELIA and I, the other day,

Dost thou e'er think to enter Walked o'er the sand-hills to the sea;

The Elysian fields, that durst not venture The setting sun adorned the coast,

In Charon's barge? A lover's mind His beams entire his fierceness lost,

Must use to sail with every wind. And on the surface of the deep

He that loves, and fears to try, The wind lay only not asleep.

Learns his mistress to deny. The nymph did, like the scene, appear

Doth she chide thee? 'Tis to show it, Serenely pleasant, calmly fair;

That thy coldness makes her do it. Soft fell her words as flew the air.

Is she silent? Is she mute ? With secret joy I heard her say

Silence fully grants thy suit. That she would never miss one day

Doth she pout, and leave the room? A walk so fine, a sight so gay.

Then she goes to bid thee come. But, O, the change! The winds grow high,

Is she sick? Why, then, be sure, Impending tempests charge the sky,

She invites thee to the cure. The lightning flies, the thunder roars,

Doth she cross thy suit with no? The big waves lash the frightened shores.

Tush! she loves to hear thee woo. Struck with the horror of the sight,

Doth she question faith of man ? She turns her head and wings her flight,

Nay, forsooth, she loves thee then. And, trembling, vows she'll ne'er again

He that after ten denials Approach the shore or view the main.

Dares attempt no further trials,

Hath no warrant to acquire “Once more at least look back," said I, The dainties of his chaste desire. Thyself in that large glass descry;

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.

For all her sorrows, all her tears,
An over-payment of delight?

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG

CHARMS.B ELIEVE me, if all those endearing young

charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my

arms, Like fairy gifts, fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment

thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my

heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine

own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervor and faith of a soul can be

known, * To which time will but make thee more

dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never for

gets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he

sets, The same look which she turned when he

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LOVE. (From "The Curse of Kehama.”) THEY sin who tell us love can die.

With Life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.

In heaven ambition cannot dwell,
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell;
Earthly, these passions of the earth,
They perish where they had their birth.

But Love is indestructible.
Its holy flame forever burneth,
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth;
Too oft on earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times oppressed,

It here is tried and purified,
Then hath in heaven its perfect rest;
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Oh! when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then, for pains and fears,

The day of woe, the watchful night,

long ago; When the world was in its golden prime,

And Love was lord below! Every vein of Earth was dancing

With the Spring's new wine; 'Twas the pleasant time of flowers

When I met you, love of mine!
Ah! some spirit sure was straying

Out of heaven that day,
When I met you, Sweet! a-Maying

In that merry, merry May.
Little heart! it shyly opened

Its red leaves' love lore,
Like a rose that must be ripened

To the dainty, dainty core.
But its beauties daily brightened,

And it blooms so dear,
Though a many winters whiten,

I go Maying all the year,
And my proud heart will be praying

Blessings on the day
When I met you, Sweet, a-Maying,
In that merry, merry May.

GERALD MASSEY.

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"HOLLOW IS THE OAK BESIDE.So every time when I would yield VJOLLOW is the oak beside

An hour to quiet, comes he still ;
19 The sunny waters drooping;

And hunts up every sign concealed,
Thither came, when I was young,

And every outward sign of ill;
Happy children trooping;

And gives me his sad face's pleasures,
Dream I now, or hear I now,

For merriment's, or sleep's, or leisure's.
Far, their mellow whooping?

THOMAS BURBIDGE.

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No, indeed! for God above

Is great to grant as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love

I claim you still, for my own love's sake! Delayed it may be for more lives yet,

Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few; Much is to learn and much to forget

Ere the time be come for taking you.

And then another time, if I

A noon and shady bower would pass, Comes he with stealthy gesture sly,

And flinging down upon the grass, Quoth he to me, “My master dear, Think of this noontide, such a year!” And if elsewhile I lay my head

On pillow, with intent to sleep,
Lies love beside me on the bed,

And gives me ancient words to keep;
Says he, " These looks, these tokens number:
Maybe, they'll help you to a slumber.”

But the time will come, at last it will,
When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall

say,
In the lower earth, in the years long still,

That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine,

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