EphemeraTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - 112 стор. |
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38 THE BLOOMER 50 A SMELL Adieu AMID A THRONG aught beauty bless bliss BLOOMER COSTUME blush upon thy bright bright eyes BRING THEE brow BUTTERFLY AT SEA changes ring cloven foot Cologne Common Councilman coruscations COSTLY GEMS cut her petticoats dear dearest decorate thy delight DOG-GEREL Dost call Dover's powder drink e'en eternal flame fair lady FALSE CHARITY fancy flowers forget gone grassy lane happiness retreats happy HAWTHORN Heaven hopes hour INVITATION TO DINE JULIET CAPULET kiss lady fair little flame lodestone long ago lyre Maid Margaux Wine MERMAID MONTAGUE TO JULIET ne'er NEVER DESPAIR night o'er Perchance rainbow kissed ROMEO MONTAGUE round Seek yonder seems shining sigh smile snowy white song sorrow speak star stay sweet tell There's thine thy heart to-day to-morrow vine voice wealth and misery wed for gold whene'er whispering word WOULDST Wed write
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Сторінка 40 - And she fell asleep on the king's highway. There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about ; He cut her petticoats up to the knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze. When...
Сторінка 28 - Whether for weal or woe, a mutual lot ; But wealth came limping by, and she forgot Her faith, his love ; alas ! poor girl, she sold His earthly happiness, her Heaven, for gold ! Where is he now, that poor heart-broken boy ? When he beheld his all of earthly joy Gone, gone for ever with the rich man's bride, — A tomb-stone tells the mournful tale —
Сторінка 9 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Сторінка 28 - When he beheld his all of earthly joy Gone, gone for ever with the rich man's bride. A tomb-stone mournful whispers, ' that he died.' And is she happy now ? No ; every scene She looks upon but tells what might have been. Though decked in costly silks and satins rare, Though priceless jewels glitter in her hair, Though blessed with every...
Сторінка 74 - SPRING time is coming, all laden with flowers, Spreading her mantle of green o'er the bowers. The Lark, high in air, is beginning to sing Her song of rejoicing, to welcome the Spring. Brooks are flowing, Life bestowing, Lovely Nature seems to fling All her charms, With willing arms, In the lap of blooming Spring. Silver-haired Winter before her is flying, In the depths of the valley unwept he is dying, — Save the tears of compassion that pity may wring From the bright eyes of April — the infant...
Сторінка 27 - But thou, unseen, shalt enter there with me, And learn a lesson from a gilded page : Too true the tale it tells, from age to age, Of wealth and misery joining hand in hand. See yonder lady fair ; wouldst understand Why on her youthful brow that shadow rests ? Can it be true that aught of grief molests One who is mistress of a home like this ? What ! can not riches purchase earthly bliss ? Fool ! list the moral that this scene imparts : She purchased wealth — with what? — two broken hearts ! Scarce...
Сторінка 30 - Faint not, blest man, an angel 's ut thy side. Constant in death, she whispering points above : ' Dearest, we'll meet in heaven, for heaven is love.' Think well on this, ye fools that seek to gain A fleeting pleasure for an age of pain...
Сторінка 35 - DOST thou remember, lady fair, The willow by the river side? One eve we sat together there, Thou promised to become my bride. But stay, fair lady, speak it not — Thine answer I already know : Those happy hours are all forgot, For it was very long ago. Dost call to mind the grassy lane, All hidden in the little grove — Can memory bring it back again ? 'Twas there I told thee of my love ! Thy willing hand was clasped in mine, Thy lips, — say, did they answer No ? 'Tis past ! and why should I...
Сторінка 29 - And in that sigh a truthful tale is told : Go, write it on thy heart, then wed for gold ! Wouldst wed for gold ? Seek yonder humble cot : There wealth and misery are alike forgot ; Wide open stands the hospitable door, And welcome he who enters, rich or poor ; Contentment smiles around with homely grace ; Here jaundiced avarice with saffron face Would e'en forget his hoards of yellow dust, And give his millions, could he share the crust That honest labor renders ever sweet, (Not always such the luxuries...
Сторінка 36 - Nay, lady, do not weep ! Thy tears Have now no right for me to flow. I thought to share thy hopes and fears, — But it was very long ago. The willow by the stream is dead, The grassy lane, the grove, both gone, — And thou art to another wed ! I wander through the world alone, Yet oft unbidden bursts a sigh, And down my cheeks in sorrow flow The tears I weep for days gone by, And memories of long ago. THE BLOOMER COSTUME.