I. LOVE AND LOVERS. "And then the Lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad AS YOU LIKE IT, Act II., Sc. 7. THIS done, the blossom and the fruit of all Of this magnetic passion can create, And render perfect. Nor doth absence break By a heart are drawn ; but midst the glare of day, fled; But high communion, and a rapturous sense R. H. HORNE, THE SELF-ENGROSSMENT OF LOVE, AND see, the lovers go With lingering steps and slow, Over all the world together, all in all, The light of knowledge sinks, the fire of thought burns low; There seems scant thought of God; but yet Rapt, careless, looking in each other's eyes, LEWIS MORRIS. The Ode of Life. (K. Paul.) THE THIRTY REQUISITES. THIRTY points of perfection each judge understands, The standard of feminine beauty demands. Three white: and, without further prelude, we know That the skin, hands, and teeth should be pearly as snow. Three black-and our standard departure forbids From dark eyes, darksome tresses, and darklyfringed lids. Three red-and the lover of comeliness seeks Three short-and herein nicest beauty appears,— : Of fine tapering fingers, fine hair, and fine lips? [This and the subsequent extracts from Ainsworth's Ballads are inserted by kind permission of the publishers, Messrs. George Routledge and Sons.] LOVE'S of itself too sweet; the best of all 1s, when love's honey has a dash of gall. ROBERT HERRICK. A PAIR WELL MATCHED. FAIR Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye; She's fickle and false, and there we agree, For I am as false and as fickle as she; We neither believe what either can say, And neither believing, we neither betray. (FROM THE FRENCH OF CLEMENT MAROT.) 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, Poetical Works. (G. Routledge and Sons.) WHEN thy beauty appears, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears, So strangely you dazzle my eye! But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a passion and pride And thus (might I gratify both) I would do: THOMAS PARNELL. DRINK ye to her that each loves best, And if you nurse a flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name. Enough, while memory tranced and glad Paints silently the fair, That each should dream of joys he's had, Or yet may hope to share. Yet far, far hence be jest or boast From hallow'd thoughts so dear; But drink to them that we love most, As they would love to hear. THOMAS CAMPBELL. “PLEASE TO RING THE BELLE.” I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore :Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door: So he call'd upon Lucy-'twas just ten o'clock— Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, So she kiss'd him, and whisper'd-poor innocent thing "The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring." THOMAS HOOD. Poetical Works. (Ward, Lock and Co.) [Several extracts from the copyright poems by Thomas Hood are included in this volume through the courtesy of Messrs. Ward, Lock, and Co.] LOVE IN A COTTAGE. THEY may talk of love in a cottage, And bowers of trellised vineOf nature bewitchingly simple, And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping In the shade of a spreading tree, And a walk in the fields at morning, By the side of a footstep free! But give me a sly flirtation By the light of a chandelierWith music to play in the pauses, And nobody very near : Or a seat on a silken sofa, With a glass of pure old wine, Your love in a cottage is hungry, |