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"JENNY KISSED ME."

Strange tenant of a thousand homes,

And friendless, with ten thousand friends!

Yet here, for once, I'll leave a trace,

To ask in after times a thought!

To say that here a resting-place

My wayworn heart has fondly sought.

So the poor pilgrim heedless strays,
Unmoved, thro' many a region fair;

But at some shrine his tribute pays

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Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in:

A LOVE LESSON.

Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,

Say that health and wealth have missed me,

Say I'm growing old, but add,

Jenny kissed me!

LEIGH HUNT.

A LOVE LESSON.

A

SWEET "No, no,"-with a sweet smile

beneath,

Becomes an honest girl; I'd have you learn it :As for plain "Yes," it may be said i' faith, Too plainly and too oft :-pray, well discern it—

Not that I'd have my pleasure incomplete,

Or lose the kiss for which my lips beset you ; But that in suffering me to take it, Sweet,

I'd have you say, "No, no, I will not let you.” LEIGH HUNT.

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RICH AND POOR.

The rich man has a ceilar,

And a ready butler by him;

The poor must steer

For his pint of beer,

Where the Saint can't choose but spy him.

The rich man's painted windows

Hide the concerts of the quality;

The poor can but share

A crack'd fiddle in the air,

Which offends all sound morality.

The rich man is invisible

In the crowd of his gay society;

But the poor man's delight'

Is a sore in the sight,

And a stench in the nose of piety.

THOMAS L. PEACOCK.

LOVE AND AGE.

I

PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing,

When I was six and you were four:

When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,

Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Thro' groves and meads, o'er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,

We wander'd hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.

You grew a lovely roseate maiden,

And still our early love was strong; Still with no care our days were laden, They glided joyously along;

And I did love you very dearly

How dearly, words want power to show;

thought your heart was touched as nearly;

But that was fifty years ago.

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