I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, I'll count your power not worth a pin: What if I beat the wanton boy, He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee, O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee! THOMAS Lodge. VIRTUE. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; Sweet rose whose hue, angry and brave, Thy root is ever in its grave; And thou must die. SONG. Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses, Thy music shows ye have your closes; Only a sweet and virtuous soul, But though the whole world turn to coal, GEORGE HERBERT. SONG. THE world goes up, and the world goes down, Sweet wife, No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day; Till the heart which at even was weary and old Sweet wife, To its work in the morning gay. D CHARLES KINGSLEY. 49 The night came on alone: The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred; But the beating of my own heart Fast silent tears were flowing, For the beating of our own hearts RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. 51 LITTLE BELL. He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. THE ANCIENT MARINER." PIPED the blackbird on the beechwood spray: "Pretty maid, slow wandering this way, What's your name?" quoth he; "What's your name? O stop, and straight unfola, Pretty maid with showery curls of gold.” "Little Bell," said she. Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks, 66 Bonny bird," quoth she, "Sing me your best song before I go." “Here's the very finest song I know, Little Bell," said he. And the blackbird piped; you never heard Full of quips and wiles: Now so round and rich, now soft and slow; All for love of that sweet face below, Dimpled o'er with smiles. |