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I kiss ny bonny baby, I clasp it to my breast,
Whan the spring time had gane by, and the rose began to blaw, And the harebell and the violet adorn'd ilk bonny shaw, 'Twas then my love came courting me, and wan my youthfu'
heart, And many a tear it cost my love, ere he could frae me part, But tho' he's in a foreign land, far, far across the sea, I kend my Jamie's guileless heart is faithfu' still to me.
Ye wastlin' winds, upon the main blaw wi' a steady breeze,
GO, LOVELY ROSET!
Go, lovely rose!
That now she knows,
+ Edmund Waller, the author of this excellent piece of poetry, was born at Colshill, in Buckinghamshire, in 1605. He became a Member of Parliament at the early age of eighteen. In 1643, he was sent to the Tower, on a charge of conspiring to deliver the city to the King. Two persons were executed for the plot, and Waller was condemned to be banged, but saved himself by an abject submission, and a liberal distribution of money. After a year's imprison. ment he went into exile, but returned by favour of Cromwell, on whom he wrote an elegant panegyric. He wrote another on the death of the Protector, and afterwards celebrated the Restoration, and praised Charles II. He was again elected into Parliament, where, by his eloquence and wit, he was the delight of the House. He endeavoured to procure the Provostship of Eton, but being refused by Clarendon, he joined in the persecution of that great man. He died in 1687. His poetical pieces are easy, smooth, and generally elegant.
Tell her that's young,
That, hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
Then die ! that she
May read in thee ;
Yet, though thou fade,
And teach the maid,
* This closing stanza was added by Henry Kirke White, a poetical genius of high attainment, and of still more exquisite promise.
LOVE WILL NOT BLOOM WHERE ENVY
Love will not bloom where envy breathes;
It shuns ambition's rays,
Round hearts which avarice sways:--
And seek our mountain home,
Free as the winds we'll roam.
There lightly bounds the vigorous roe,
The sky-lark carols high ;-
In artless melody: .
The daisy's heaven-ward eyem
All breathe of peace and joy.
There scowls, nor jealousy, nor pride
No worldly passions war And, though the great our joys deride,
Their own are meaner far: Long, long shall love its flowers display
Beneath contentment's smile, Where minds are innocently gay,
And hearts devoid of guile.
THE PLEASURE OF A TEAR.
There is, when day's last shadows fly,
And no observer near; . 'Neath memory's retrospective eye, A secret rapture in a sigh
A pleasure in a tear.