With a toss of the head That strikes one quite dead, But a smile to revive one again; 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. 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, On thy breath their fragrance borne. But one charm remains behind, Nor in the circling air, a heart. 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 In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Were woman's looks, And folly's all they taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me; Was turn'd away, O! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No-vain, alas! th' endeavor 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 Hath even more luxury in it! Thus, whether we're on or we're off, 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; 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, "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! 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, She 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,- |