When, lo, directly after, It bubbles into laughter. Ah rogue !-and do you know, John, Why 'tis we love you so, John? And how it is they let ye Do what you like, and pet ye, Though all who look upon ye The thought of you is pleasant; In short, because you're very Good-tempered, Jack, and merry; And are as quick at giving, As easy at receiving; And, in the midst of pleasure, Are certain to find leisure To think, my boy, of ours, But see, the sun shines brightly, And hear your friends the thrushes; And see what flow'rs the weather Has render'd fit to gather; And, when we home must jog, you Shall ride my back, you rogue you, Your hat adorned with fine leaves, Horse-chesnut, oak, and vine-leaves ; And so, with green o'erhead, John, Shall whistle home to bed, John. ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSICAL BOX. Dilettevol' suoni Faceano intorno l'aria tintinnire D'armonia dolce, e di concenti buoni. ARIOSTO. HALLO!-what?-where?-what can it be That strikes up so deliciously? I never in my life-what no! Had struck among us, swift and light, And come from some minuter star To treat us with his pearl guitar. Hark! it scarcely ends the strain, But it gives it o'er again, Lovely thing!and runs along, Just as if it knew the song, Touching out, smooth, clear and small, Harmony, and shake, and all, Now upon the treble lingering, And at last, upon the close, O full of sweetness, crispness, ease, To call thee, and disgrace thee not. Thrill within, and glance without us. |