The Perilous Pleasure. RAUGHTS of joy I daily drink From the lovely Chloe's eyes :— Sport not, friend, on peril's brink; In that cup Love's poison lies. S. A. The Heart of Singing. ADY, sing no more! Science all is vain, Till the heart be touched, lady, "Tis a living lyre, Fed by air and sun, O'er whose witching wire, lady, Faery fingers run. Pity comes in tears From her home above, And the wizard,-Love. Each doth search the heart And when they depart, lady, Then the Spirit sings. A Paisley Toast. BARRY CORNWALL. EACE and Plenty, without killing: Beef at a groat, and meal at a shilling. Dulce Periculum. Τέρπεται ἀμβροσίῃ τὸ φίλον μοι γηθοσύνῃ κῆς W. B. T. J. Citharae sciens. YDIA, pone chelyn: nil ars valet ista canendi, Quippe ubi flens caelo Pietas delabitur, et Spes, K. Publica Vota. AX et Copia sint sine sangvine: bubula binis Y K. Beauty from the Light retired. HE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye, Fair as a star when only one She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me. WORDSWORTH. Sir Galahad. Y good blade carves the casques of men, The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly, They reel, they roll in changing lists, TENNYSON. Fallentis Semita vitae. Οἴμοις ἐν ἀστιβήτοις κρήνῃσι πὰρ Πελείης ་ αἳ αἲ πόθον τίς οἶδε; Κ. B Pugnaeqve cient simulacra sub Armis. WELLANTUM galeas, ensis fidissime, findis, Dissilit hinc illinc hastarum fissile robur, Τ. Μ. Vivien. UT Vivien, fearing Heaven had heard her oath, And deafened with the stammering cracks and That followed, clung to him and hugged him close, And called him dear protector in her fright, Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright, But wrought upon his mood, and hugged him close. To peace and what should not have been had been, Had yielded, told her all the charm and slept. TENNYSON. Y Yes. your truth she shall be true, Ever true as wives of yore: And her Yes, once said to you, Shall be Yes for evermore. E. B. BROWNING. |