Song I ride from land to land, I sail from sea to sea; Some day more kind I fate may find, Some night, kiss thee. 605 John Gibson Lockhart [1794-1854] SONG From "Sylvia " I'VE taught thee love's sweet lesson o'er, In her wild, solitary years? Then what does he deserve, the youth Till now in silent vales to roam, To weave light crowns of various hue-- The wild bird, though most musical, The streamlet, and the waterfall, Could only weep when thou didst sigh! For leaves and flowers, but these alone, It dies in thunder far away. E'en when thou would'st the moon beguile To speak, she only deigns to smile! Now, birds and winds, be churlish still! In love there is society She never yet could find with ye! George Darley [1795-1846] THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers, Lulled by the faint breezes sighing through her hair; Sleeps she, and hears not the melancholy numbers Breathed to my sad lute amid the lonely air? Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming To wind round the willow-banks that lure him from Oh that, in tears from my rocky prison streaming, Ah, where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her, Opes she her eyelids at the dream of my lay, Listening like the dove, while the fountains echo round her, To her lost mate's call in the forest far away? Come, then, my bird! for the peace thou ever bearest, Come! this fond bosom, my faithfulest, my fairest, Bleeds with its death-wound, but deeper yet for thee. BALLAD SIGH on, sad heart, for love's eclipse To soil her name between: A king might lay his scepter down, Ballad The diamonds glancing in her hair, Yet, looking once, I looked too long; Death follows on the heels of wrong, Her dress seemed wove of lily-leaves, Oh lofty wears, and lowly weaves, And homely hose must step apart, Alas! there's far from russet frieze But I doubt if God made like degrees 'Tis vain to weep, 'tis vain to sigh, My speech is rude,--but speech is weak Yet had I words, I dare not speak: 607 I will not wish thy better state But I must weep that partial fate Made such a churl of me. Thomas Hood (1799-1845] SONG A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk, Should twine with thy raven curls. Red rubies should deck thy hands, Thomas Hood [1799-1845] "SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME” THOUGH, when other maids stand by, I may deign thee no reply, Turn not then away, and sigh,- Smile, and never heed me! If our love, indeed, be such As must thrill at every touch, Why should others learn as much?— Even if, with maiden pride, Smile, and never heed me! Maiden Eyes But when stars and twilight meet, And thou hear'st my coming feet,- 609 Charles Swain [1801-1874] ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS? WE see them not-we cannot hear Yet know we that they sojourn near, They glide along this lovely ground Their graceful hands have just unbound I gather it for thy dear breast, From stain and shadow free: That which an Angel's touch hath blest Is meet, my love, for thee! Robert Stephen Hawker [1803-1875] MAIDEN EYES You never bade me hope, 'tis true; The vow should bind, with maiden sighs But that which looks from maiden eyes Should last of all be broken. Gerald Griffin [1803-1840] |