NOON

The Spanish maid is no coquette,
Nor joys to see a lover tremble;
And if she love, or if she hate,

Alike she knows not to dissemble.
Her heart can ne'er be bought or sold,
Howe'er it beats, it beats sincerely:
And, tho' it will not bend to gold,
Twill love you long and love you dearly.

The Spanish girl that meets your love
Ne'er taunts you with a mock denial ;
For every thought is bent to prove
Her passion in the hour of trial.
When thronging foemen menace Spain

She dares the deed and shares the danger :

And should her lover press the plain

She hurls the spear, her love's avenger.

And when beneath the evening star,

She mingles in the

gay Bolero ;

Or sings to her attuned guitar

Of Christian knight or Moorish hero : Or counts her beads with fairy hand

Beneath the twinkling rays of Hesper : Or joins devotion's choral band

To chant the sweet and hallowed vesper;

In each her charms the heart must move
Of all who venture to behold her :

Then let not maids less fair reprove,
Because her bosom is not colder;
Thro' many a clime 'tis mine to roam
Where many a soft and melting maid is,
But none abroad, and few at home,
May match the dark-eyed girl of Cadiz.

[Lord Byron

ZOON

Again to set it glowing?
No-vain, alas! th' endeavor
From bonds so sweet to sever :-
Poor wisdom's chance

Against a glance

Is now as weak as ever.

[Thomas Moore

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ZOOZ

ZOON

JENNY KISS'D ME

ENNY kiss'd me when we met,

J Jumping from the chair she sat in :

Time, you thief! who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;

Say that health and wealth have missed me ;
Say I'm growing old, but add—

Jenny kiss'd me!

[Leigh Hunt