OUD WORD YOU NEVER SPOKE word you never spoke, but you will speak not exempt from pride some future day. g on one white hand a warm wet cheek, my open volume you will say, is man loved me" away. then rise and trip WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ROSE THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in shower, Which Mary to Anna conveyed; The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were al Το wet, And it seem'd, to a fanciful view, weep for the bud it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. "And such," I exclaim'd, "is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, THE ROSE less of wringing and breaking a heart ready to sorrow resign'd. elegant rose, had I shaken it less, ight have bloom'd with its owner awhile; e tear that is wiped with a little address, Cay be follow'd perhaps by a smile." WILLIAM COWPER THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING THE time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorned the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, Whom maids by night Oft met in glen that's haunted. But while her eyes were on me, E TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING If once their ray Was turned away, Oh! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever; Against a glance Is now as weak as ever. THOMAS MOORE |