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I thought that morning cloud was blessed, It moved so sweetly to the west.
I saw two summer currents
Flow smoothly to their meeting,
In peace each other greeting ;
Where now I plain
Lacking my life for liberty.
It remedy ;
And all for lack of liberty.
And loss of life for liberty.
Grant me but life and liberty.
Such be your gentle motion,
Till life's last pulse shall beat ;
Float on, in joy, to meet
JOHN G. C. BRAINARD.
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion ;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine ?
See ! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
If it disdained its brother ;
And the moonbeams kiss the sea : What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not ne?
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART. My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other given : I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one ; My heart in him his thoughts and senses
guides : He loves my heart, for once it was his own ;
I cherish his because in me it bides : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
Ah ! do not wanton with those eyes,
Lest I be sick with seeing;
Lest shame destroy their being.
For then their threats will kill me ; Nor look too kind on my desires,
For then my hopes will spill ine. Ah ! do not steep them in thy tears,
For so will sorrow slay me; Nor spread them as distraught with fears, — Mine own enough betray me.
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;
Fundamental laws she broke, And still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ;
Alternately they swayed ;
And sometimes both I obeyed.
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.
But soon those pleasures fled ; For the gracious princess died. In her youth and beauty's pride,
And Judith reigned in her stead. One month, three days, and half an hour, Judith held the sovereign power :
Wondrous beautiful her face !
And so Susanna took her place.
And the artillery of her eye,
She beat out Susan, by the by. But in her place I then obeyed Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy-maid,
To whom ensued a vacancy : Thousand worse passions then possessed The interregnum of my breast;
Bless me from such an anarchy!
Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria ;
And then a long et cætera.
Gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie 0, An' warly cares an’ warly men
May all gae tapsalteerie 0.
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're naught but senseless asses O! The wisest man the warl' e'er saw
He dearly lo'ed the lasses 0.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes 0 : Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses 0.
MARGARITA first possessed,
Margarita first of all ;
Martha took the flying ball.
A face made up
- Now, if Time knows
DR. R. HUGHES.
WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS.
WHOE'Er she be,
RIVALRY IN LOVE.
OF all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst; Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst !
Amictions easier grow;
Companions of our woe.
My dear and only love, I pray,
This noble world of thee
But purest monarchie.
Which virtuous souls abhore, And hold a synod in thy heart,
I'll never love thee more.
THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE.
It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow p ide of hair : Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed, A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks
Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks
Than summer winds a-wooing flowers ; These are but gauds : nay, what are lips ?
Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose brink when your adventurer slips
Full oft he perisheth on them.
Like Alexander I will reign,
And I will reign alone,
A rival on my throne.
Or his deserts are small,
To win or lose it all.
JAMES GRAHAM, Earl of Montrose,
And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft
That wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft,
Do Greece or Ilium any good ?
SHALL I tell you whom I love!
Hearken then awhile to me; And if such a woman move
As I now shall versify,
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN 1569.
Nature did her so much right
As she scorns the help of art.
As e'er yet embraced a heart.
To make known how much she hath ;. And her anger flames no higher
Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
And her virtues grace her birth ;
Modest in her most of mirth. Likelihood enough to prove Only worth could kindle love. Such she is; and if you know
Such a one as I have sung ;
That she be but somewhat young;
Love me little, love me long !
Burneth soon to waste.
Fadeth not in haste.
For I fear the end.
To be steadfast, friend.
While that life endures; Nay, and after death, in sooth, I to thee will keep my truth, As now when in my May of youth:
This my love assures. Constant love is moderate ever, And it will through life persever; Give me that with true endeavor, –
I will it restore.
Never can rebel : Such the love that I would gain, Such the love, I tell thee plain, Thou must give, or woo in vain :
So to thee — farewell!
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip aulmires,
Fuel to maintain his fires ;
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires : Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
SHALL I love you like the wind, love,
That is so fierce and strong, That sweeps all barriers from its path
And recks not right or wrong? The passion of the wind, love,
Can never last for long.