Now matters it a pebble-stone, Whether he shines at six or seven ? If they don't leave the sun alone, At last they'll plague him out of Heaven! Never sigh when you can sing, But laugh, like me, at every thing! III. Another spins from out his brains Fine cobwebs, to amuse his neighbours, And gets, for all his toils and pains, Reviewed, and laughed at for his labours : Fame is his star! and fame is sweet; I write at just so much a sheet, And Messrs. Longman pay the money! IV. My brother gave his heart away To Mercandotti, when he met her, And raved all day and night about her; V. For tears are vastly pretty things, Please God! I'll keep on " never-minding." Never sigh when you can sing, But laugh, like me, at every thing! VI. Oh! in this troubled world of ours, Is half a pain and half a pleasure: And why be grave instead of gay? Why feel a-thirst while folks are quaffing ?Oh! trust me, whatsoe'er they say, There's nothing half so good as laughing! Never sigh when you can sing, But laugh, like me, at every thing! LINES SUGGESTED BY THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL STATUE I. I saw thee in thy beauty! bright phantom of the past; last; And though years since then have glided by of mingled bliss and care, I never have forgotten thee, thou fairest of the fair! II. I saw thee in thy beauty! thou wert graceful as the fawn, When, in very wantonness of glee, it sports upon the lawn; I saw thee seek the mirror, and when it met thy sight, The very air was musical with thy burst of wild delight! III. I saw thee in thy beauty! with thy sister by thy side- IV. I saw thee in thy beauty! with one hand among her curls, The other, with no gentle grasp, had seized a string of pearls ; She felt the pretty trespass, and she chid thee though she smiled, And I knew not which was lovelier, the mother or the child. V. I saw thee in thy beauty! and a tear came to mine eye, As I pressed thy rosy cheek to mine, and thought even thou could'st die! Thy home was like a summer bower, by thy joyous presence made, But I only saw the sunshine, and I felt alone the shade! VI. I SEE THEE in thy beauty! for there thou seem'st to lie In slumber resting peacefully; but, oh! the change of eye, That still, serenity of brow, those lips that breathe no more, Proclaim thee but a mockery fair of what thou wert of yore. vir. I see thee in thy beauty! with thy waving hair at rest, And thy busy little fingers folded lightly on thy breast: But thy merry dance is over, and thy little race is run, And the mirror that reflected two, can now give back but one. VIII. I see thee in thy beauty! with thy mother by thy side, But her loveliness is faded, and quelled her glance of pride; The smile is absent from her lip, and absent are the pearls, And a cap, almost of widowhood, conceals her envied curls. IX. I see thee in thy beauty! as I saw thee on that day, thy life away. I see thee lying motionless upon the' accustomed floor, But my heart hath blinded both mine eyes-and I can see no more! Z. M. W. |