"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, But at some shrine his tribute pays 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. 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. We wander'd hand in hand together; 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. |