WILL YOU COME TO THE BOWER? I. WILL you come to the bower I have shaded for you? Our bed shall be roses all spangled with dew. There, under the bower, on roses you'll lie, With a blush on your cheek, but a smile in your eye. will you, will you, will you Will you, Smile, my beloved? But the roses we press shall not rival your lip, Kiss me, my love? IV. you And oh! for the joys that are sweeter than dew YOUNG JESSICA. I. YOUNG Jessica sat all the day, In love-dreams languishingly pining, Her needle bright neglected lay, Like truant genius, idly shining. Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts II. A child who with a magnet play'd, The magnet near the needle laid, And laughing said, "We'll steal it slily." The needle, having nought to do, Was pleased to let the magnet wheedle, And off, at length, eloped the needle. III. Now, had this needle turn'd its eye THE RABBINICAL ORIGIN OF WOMAN. I. THEY tell us that Woman was made of a rib For old Adam was fashion'd, the first of his kind, III. If such is the tie between Women and Men, Yet, if we may judge as the fashions prevail, And, knowing his wife is no more than his tail, FAREWELL, BESSY! I. SWEETEST love! I'll not forget thee, We may meet again, II. Yes, oh yes! again we meet, love! We may meet again. III. Yet I feel my heart is breaking When I think I stray from thee, Round the world that quiet seeking Which I fear is not for me. Farewell, Bessy! We may meet again, IV. Calm to peace thy lover's bosom— He for ever loses thee! Farewell, Bessy! Yet oh! not for ever. TO-DAY, DEAREST! IS OURS, I. TO-DAY, dearest! is ours; Why should Love carelessly lose it? This life shines or lowers Just as we, weak mortals, use it. 'Tis time enough, when its flowers decay, To think of the thorns of Sorrow; And Joy, if left on the stem to-day, May wither before to-morrow, A 2 II. Then why, dearest ! so long Some treasure may steal or borrow; WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS. I. WHEN on the lip the sigh delays, As if 'twould linger there for ever; Yet still look down, and venture never; "Tis something wondrous like it, Fanny? II. To think and ponder, when apart, I prithee say what is, my Fanny! III. When Hope foretels the brightest, best, Though Reason on the darkest reckons ; When Passion drives us to the west, Though Prudence to the eastward beckons ; If this is not stark, staring love, Then you and I are sages, Fanny. HERE, TAKE MY HEART. I. HERE, take my heart, 'twill be safe in thy keeping, If, in the race we are destined to run, love, They who have light hearts the happiest be— Happier still must be they who have none, love, And that will be my case when mine is with thee! III. No matter where I may now be a rover, No matter how many bright eyes I see; Should Venus' self come and ask me to love her, I'd tell her I could not-my heart is with thee! IV. There let it lie, growing fonder and fonder- OH! CALL IT BY SOME BETTER NAME. OH! call it by some better name, II. Imagine something purer far, More free from stain of clay, Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are, And if thy lip, for love like this, No mortal word can frame, And call it by that name! |