With a toss of the head

That strikes one quite dead,

But a smile to revive one again;
That toss so appalling!

That smile so enthralling!

And you know very well whom I mean.

Confound her! devil take her!

A cruel heart-breaker

But hold! see that smile so serene.
God love her! God bless her!
May nothing distress her!
You know very well whom I mean.

Heaven help the adorer

Who happens to bore her,

The lover who wakens her spleen;

But too blest for a sinner

Is he who shall win her,

And

you know very well whom I mean.

Washington Irving.

SONG

HO has robbed the ocean cave,

WHO To tinge thy lips with coral hue?

Who from India's distant wave

For thee those pearly treasures drew?

Who from yonder orient sky

Stole the morning of thine eye?

Thousand charms, thy form to deck,
From sea, and earth, and air are torn;
Roses bloom upon thy cheek,

On thy breath their fragrance borne.
Guard thy bosom from the day,
Lest thy snows should melt away.

But one charm remains behind,
Which mute earth can ne'er impart;
Nor in ocean wilt thou find,

Nor in the circling air, a heart.
Fairest! wouldst thou perfect be,

Take, oh, take that heart from me. John Shaw.

THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING

HE time I've lost in wooing,

TH

In watching and pursuing
The light that lies

In woman's eyes,

Has been my heart's undoing.
Tho' wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books

Were woman's looks,

And folly's all they taught me.

Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him the sprite

Whom maids by night

Oft meet in glen that's haunted.

Like him, too, Beauty won me;
But when the spell was on me,
If once their ray

Was turn'd away,

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' endeavor
From bonds so sweet to sever;—
Poor Wisdom's chance

Against a glance

Is now as weak as ever.

Thomas Moore.

WHEN I LOVED YOU

WHE

HEN I loved you, I can't but allow
I had many an exquisite minute;
But the scorn that I feel for you now

Hath even more luxury in it!

Thus, whether we're on or we're off,
Some witchery seems to await you;
To love you is pleasant enough,
And oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

Thomas Moore.

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY

EASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say

R Went on a party of pleasure one day:

Folly play'd

Around the maid,

The bells of his cap rang merrily out;
While reason took

To his sermon-book

O! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt, Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,
Turn'd for a moment to Reason's dull page,
Till Folly said,

"Look here, sweet maid!"

The sight of his cap brought her back to herself, While Reason read

His leaves of lead,

With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!
No, no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!

Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap; Had he that on, he her heart might entrap— "There it is,"

Quoth Folly, "old quiz!"

(Folly was always good-natured, 'tis said.) "Under the sun

There's no such fun,

As Reason with my cap and bells on his head, Reason with my cap and bells on his head!"

But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore, That Beauty now liked him still less than before: While Folly took

Old Reason's book,

And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton,
That Beauty vow'd
(Tho' not aloud)

She liked him still better in that than his own,
Yes,-liked him still better in that than his own.

Thomas Moore.

TIRESOME SPRING!

HAVE watched her at the window Through long days of snow and wind, Till I learnt to love the shadow That would flit across her blind. "Twixt the lime-tree's leafless branches In the dusk my eyes I'd strain: Now the boughs are thick with foliage,— Tiresome Spring! you've come again!

Now, behind that screen of verdure

Is my angel lost to view;

And no longer for the robins

Will her white hands bread-crumbs strew.

Never in the frosts of winter,

Did those robins beg in vain;

Now, alas! the snow has melted,-
Tiresome Spring! you've come again!