And we, within its fairy bowers, Were wafted off to seas unknown, Would this be world enough for thee?"- The passing smile her cheek put on; His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heartfelt tears, "Yes, yes," she cried, "my hourly fears, My dreams, have boded all too right,We part-forever part-to-night! I knew, I knew it could not last, 'T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past! O, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,- THOMAS MOORE, LOVE NOT. Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay! ers, Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours. Love not! Love not the thing ye love may change; Love not! the thing you love may die,- Love not! O warning vainly said In present hours as in years gone by! Love flings a halo round the dear one's head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. Love not! CAROLINE ELIZABETH SHERIDAN. (HON. MRS. NORTON.) THE PRINCESS. THE Princess sat lone in her maiden bower, In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, 66 Oh, why art thou silent? I beg thee to play! It gives wings to my thought that would flee far away, As the sun goes down." In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, Once more with delight played the lad on his horn. She wept as the shadows grew long, and she sighed: "Oh, tell me, my God, what my heart doth betide, Now the sun has gone down." From the Norwegian of BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON. UNREQUITED LOVE. FROM TWELFTH NIGHT," ACT I. SC. 4. VIOLA.-Ay, but I know, DUKE.-What dost thou know? VIOLA. TOO well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they are as true of heart as we. DUKE. And what 's her history? VIOLA. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? SHAKESPEARE. FAIR INES. O SAW ye not fair Ines? she 's gone into the west, To dazzle when the sun is down, and rob the world of rest; She took our daylight with her, the smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek, and pearls upon her breast. O turn again, fair Ines, before the fall of night, For fear the moon should shine alone, and stars unrivalled bright; And blessed will the lover be that walks beneath their light, And breathes the love against thy cheek I dare not even write! Would I had been, fair Ines, that gallant cavalier Who rode so gayly by thy side and whispered thee so near!— Were there no bonny dames at home, or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win the dearest of the dear? I saw thee, lovely Ines, descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, and banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, and snowy plumes they wore;— It would have been a beauteous dream-if it had been no more! Alas! alas! fair Ines! she went away with song, With music waiting on her steps, and shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, but only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell to her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines! that vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, nor danced so light be fore Alas for pleasure on the sea, and sorrow on the shore! The smile that blest one lover's heart has broken many more! THOMAS HOOD. |