Noon, Volume 1, Issue 7W. S. Lord., 1901 |
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... glories : Paintings of butterflies , and Rome , Patterns for trimmings , Persian stories : Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo , Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter , And autographs of Prince Leboo , And recipes for elder - water . And ...
... glories : Paintings of butterflies , and Rome , Patterns for trimmings , Persian stories : Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo , Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter , And autographs of Prince Leboo , And recipes for elder - water . And ...
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Page 147 - Pluto maintained he was cheated, For justice divine could not compass its ends ; The scheme of man's penance he swore was defeated, For earth becomes heaven with — wife, children and friends.
Page 156 - Jenny kissed me when we met, 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 kissed me.
Page 157 - Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, "Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only — only call me thine.
Page 159 - Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Page 160 - She sketched; the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading: She warbled Handel; it was grand; She made the Catalan! jealous: She touched the organ ; I could stand For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Page 151 - Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes : And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.
Page 154 - O ! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas ! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever ; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever.
Page 148 - ... oft in bankruptcy ends ; But the heart issues bills which are never protested When drawn on the firm of Wife, Children, and Friends.
Page 148 - The merchant still thinks of the woodbines that cover The bower where he sat with — wife, children, and friends. The dayspring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow, Alone on itself for enjoyment depends; But drear is the twilight of age, if it borrow No warmth from the smile of — wife, children, and friends.
Page 159 - Her eyes were full of liquid light; I never saw a waist so slender; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.