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You might be sure, although her gaze was on the meshes of the lace, Yet her thoughts were with her child.
But when the boy had heard her voice, as o'er her work she did rejoice,
His became silent altogether;
And slyly creeping by the wall, he seized a single plume, let fall By some wild bird of longest feather;
And all a-tremble with his freak, he touched her slightly on the cheek.
O what a loveliness her eyes gather in that one moment's space,
If I desire with pleasant songs to throw a merry hour away,
And then another time, if I a noon in shady bower would pass,
Quoth he to me: My master dear,
And if elsewhile I lay my head on pillow, with intent to sleep,
Says he These books, these tokens number-
every time when I would yield an hour to quiet, comes he still; And hunts up every sign concealed, and every outward sign of ill! And gives me his sad face's pleasures, For merriment's, or sleep's, or leisure's.
ELIZA COOK's lyrics are well known, especially her song of the Old Arm-chair, Nature's Gentleman, Washington, &c. Here is the opening of her cheerful lines on The World:
Talk who will of the world as a desert of thrall,
Though the chalice of Life hath its acid and gall,
But the rich rays of sunshine that brighten our way
Now for the Old Arm-chair:
I love it! I love it! and who shall dare
I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs;
'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
The hallowed seat, with listening ear;
She told me shame would never betide
With truth for my creed, and God for my guide;
As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
Say it is folly, and deem me weak;
While the scalding drops start down my cheek;
MILMAN'S poetry is, for the most part, of a serious cast; yet he has given us the following light-hearted stanzas :—
I would not from the wise require the lumber of their learned lore ;
Nor would I from the rich desire a single counter of their store:
Like other mortals of my kind, I've struggled for Dame Fortune's favour;
And sometimes have been half inclined to rate her for her ill behaviour;
But life was short,—I thought it folly to lose its moments in despair; So slipped aside from melancholy,
With merry heart that laughed at care.
So now from idle wishes clear, I make the good I may not find;
Yet, wrap me in your sweetest dream, ye social feelings of the mind; Give, sometimes give your sunny gleam, and let the rest goodhumour find;
Yes, let me hail, and welcome give to every joy my lot may share; And pleased and pleasing let me live,
With merry heart that laughs at care.
SWAIN's lyrics are well known to lovers of music. His method with coquettes is effectively given :
Whatsoe'er she vowed to-day, ere a week had fled away,
She'd refuse me!
And shall I her steps pursue-follow still, and fondly too?
If she love me,—it were kind just to teach her her own mind;
For no more I'll seek her side-court her favour-feed her pride; No-excuse me !
Let her frown-frowns never kill; let her shun me, if she will—