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Seven hundred leagues, and threescore days
Since the last shore they left;
Of hope and joy bereft!
I have angered an aged mother,
Have lured an only brother!”— “ Their curse be on him-yon dreamer dark,”— Thus thought the crew of the wandering bark.
Than twice in one life may be,
Though still they were on the sea;-
It sat all day on the mast and sails,
An omen right good to view,
And it told the mariners true.
BY THE REV. C. HOYLE.
Look on the abyss by time and ruin rent;
If she be not fair to me,
WHEREFORE, Fanny, look so lovely,
In your anger, in your glee ?— Laughing, weeping, fair, capricious ! If you will look so delicious,
Prłythee, look at me!
Like the bird upon the tree,
Pr’ythee, sing to me!
Wherefore, Fanny, dance so lightly,
Like the wave upon the sea ? Motion every charm enhancing,Fanny ! if you will be dancing,
Pr’ythee, dance with me!
Wherefore smile so like an angel,
Angel-like although you be ?Head and heart at once beguiling, Dearest! if you will be smiling,
Pr’ythee, smile on me!
V. Wherefore flirt, and aim your arrows
At each harmless fop you see? Coxcombs, hardly worth the hurting, Tyrant ! if you must be flirting,
Pr’ythee, flirt with me!