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I kiss ny bonny baby, I clasp it to my breast,
Ah! aft wi' sic a warm embrace its father has me prest!
And when I gaze upon its face, as it lies on my knee,
The crystal draps out owre my cheeks will fa' frae ilka e'e.
0! mony a, mony a burning tear, upon its face will fa',
For, oh! its like my bonny love, and he's far awa'.

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,
And waft my Jamie hame again, across the roaring seas,
0! when he clasps me in his arms, in a' his manly pride,
I'll ne'er exchange that ae embrace, for a' the warld beside,
Then blaw a steady gale, ye winds, waft him across the sea,
And bring my Jamie hame again, to his wee bairn and me,



Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me

That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

+ 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,
And shuns to have her graces spied,

That, hadst thou sprung
In desarts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;

Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die ! that she
The common fate of all things rare

May read in thee ;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

Yet, though thou fade,
From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise;

And teach the maid,
That goodness Time's rude hand defies
That Virtue lives when Beauty dies t.

* 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 breathes;

It shuns ambition's rays,
And ne'er its beauteous tendrils wreathes,

Round hearts which avarice sways:--
Then come, my love, we'll fly the town,

And seek our mountain home,
Where, o'er the upland heather brown,

Free as the winds we'll roam.

There lightly bounds the vigorous roe,

The sky-lark carols high ;-
There chrystal streamlets ceaseless flow

In artless melody: .
The purple heath-bell's fresh perfume

The daisy's heaven-ward eyem
The waving fern-the golden broom-

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.



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.

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