SONG. I. The stranger lighted from his steed, And ere he spake a word, He seiz'd my lady's lilly hand, And kiss'd it all unheard. 2. The stranger walk'd into the hall, 3. The stranger walk'd into the bower, But my lady first did go, Aye hand in hand into the bower, 4. My lady's maid had a silken scarf, And a golden ring had she, And a kiss from the stranger, as off he went Again on his fair palfrey. Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! That doth enfold and touch thee all about, Vows of my slavery, my giving up, My sudden adoration, my great love! SHARING EVE'S APPLE. I. BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. 2. There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it : There's a blush for thought and a blush for nought, And a blush for just begun it. 3. O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips 4. Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, 5. There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, O what can be done, shall we stay or run? SONG. I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? SONNET. To a Lady seen for a few Moments at Vauxhall. TIME'S sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light; I cannot look upon the rose's dye, But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight. But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips Its sweets in the wrong sense:-Thou dost eclipse Every delight with sweet remembering, And grief unto my darling joys dost bring. ACROSTIC: Georgiana Augusta Keats. GIVE me your patience, sister, while I frame Exact in capitals your golden name; Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill Great love in me for thee and Poesy. 5 Imagine not that greatest mastery And kingdom over all the Realms of verse, Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurse And surety give to love and Brotherhood. Anthropophagi in Othello's mood; ΙΟ Ulysses storm'd and his enchanted belt Glow with the Muse, but they are never felt Such tender incense in their laurel shade To all the regent sisters of the Nine 15 As this poor offering to you, sister mine. Kind sister! aye, this third name says you are; 20 SONNET. On visiting the Tomb of Burns. THE town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold-strange—as in a dream, I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv'd, paly Summer is but won From Winter's ague, for one hour's gleam; For who has mind to relish, Minos-wise, The Real of Beauty, free from that dead hue Cast wan upon it! Burns! with honour due I oft have honour'd thee. Great shadow, hide Thy face; I sin against thy native skies. MEG MERRILIES. 十 I. OLD MEG she was a Gipsy, 2. Her apples were swart blackberries, Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, |