IANTHE COM you, Ianthe, little troubles pass ke little ripples down a sunny river; our pleasures spring like daisies in the grass, ut down, and up again as blithe as ever. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO MISS CREUZE, ON HER BIRTHDAY How many between east and west Whose deeds constrain us to detest Not so when Stella's natal morn We can rejoice that she was born, And wish her born once more! WILLIAM COWP DIRCE STAND close around, ye Stygian set, Or Charon, seeing, may forget That he is old and she a shade. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TRUTH PERMIT me, Madame, to declare Eyes of yours to starlight cold, Stuff like that's all very fine To flatter them, I'd have you know. OLIVER HERFOR ENEX'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS YOUTHFUL IDOL PLATONIC friendship, at your years, Says Conscience, should content ye: Nay, name not fondness to her ears The darling's scarcely twenty. Yes; and she'll loathe me, unforgiven, But beauty is a beam from heaven I'll challenge Plato from the skies, THOMAS CAMPBELL |