¶ Across the Street. ITH lash on cheek, she comes and goes W" I watch her when she little knows : Sitting and working at my rhymes, Upon her window-ledge is set Morning and eve she tends to them- If I could once contrive to get Some morning when she tends to them From throat to cheek!-down go the eyes Thomas Bailey Aldrich. 3 25 Sephestia's WE EEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, Mother's wag, pretty boy, Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, 27 Sephestia's Song to her Child. Thus he grieved in every part, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, More he crowed, more we cried, Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, From "Menaphon," 1589, by Robert Greene. Please I' ¶ "Please to Ring the Belle." ་ 'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore: Young love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door: So he called upon Lucy-'twas just ten o'clock— Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now a hand-maid, whatever her fingers be at, The meeting was bliss; but the parting was woe; "The next time you come, love, pray come with a ring." Thomas Hood, 1798— 1845. 28 Sonnet. A Sonnet. LEXIS, here she stayed; among these pines, Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines; The happy place the print seems yet to bear; To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear; Me here she first perceived, and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face; Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born, But ah! what served it to be happy so Sith passed pleasures double but new woe? William Drummond, 1585-1649. Sonnet. 29 |