Whilst all the house my passion r In papers round her baby's hai She may receive and own my flam For, though the strictest prudes it, She'll pass for a most virtuous da And I for an unhappy poet. Then too alas! when she shall tear The rhymes some younger rival She'll give me leave to write, I fea And we shall still continue friend For, as our different ages move, "T is so ordained, (would Fate bu That I shall be past making love, When she begins to comprehend MATTHE FEMININE ARITHMETIC LAURA ON me he shall ne'er put a ring, So, mamma, 't is vain to take trouble – For I was but eighteen in spring, While his age exactly is double. MAMMA He's but in his thirty-sixth year, Tall, handsome, good-natured and witty, And should you refuse him, my dear, May you die an old maid without pity! LAURA His figure, I grant you, will pass, And at present he's young enough plenty; But when I am sixty, alas! Will not he be a hundred and twenty? CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE TO CRITICS WHEN I was seventeen I heard From each censorious tongue, "I'd not do that if I were you; You see you're rather young,' Now that I number forty years, O carping world! If there's an age Where youth and manhood keep An equal poise, alas! I must Have passed it in my sleep. WALTER LEAR THE PRIME OF LIFE JUST as I thought I was growing old, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, Rose came by with a smile for me, When two pretty brown eyes are near. Bless me! of life it is just the prime, A fact that I hope she will understand; And forty year is a perfect rhyme. To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand. These gray hairs are by chance, you see Rose came by with a smile for me, Just as I thought I was getting old. WALTER LEARNED |