LOVE AND GLORY. THOMAS DIEDIN, born 1771, died 1841. YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth She sighed for Love, and he for Glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, Call'd him away from Love and Glory. Young Henry met the foe with pride; She died for Love, and he for Glory. WHY ARE YOU WAND'RING HERE, I PRAY "WHY are you wand'ring here, I pray?" "Tell me," again the old man said, 66 'Why are you loit'ring here, fair maid?" "The nightingale's song, so sweet and clear, Father," said she "I'm come to hear." "Fie, fie!" she heard him cry, The sage looked grave, the maiden shy, "Fie, fie;" was the old man's cry, LOVE'S FOLLIES. W. T. MONCRIEFF, From Poems privately printed, A.D. 1820. WHEN, lull'd in passion's dream my senses slept, How did I act?-e'en as a wayward child; I smiled with pleasure when I should have wept! And wept with sorrow when I should have smiled; When Gracia, beautiful but faithless fair, Who long in passion's bonds my heart had kept, First with false blushes pitied my despair, I smiled with pleasure!-should I not have wept? And when, to gratify some wealthier wight, She left to grief the heart she had beguiled; OH! NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLEY, born 1797, died 1839. OH! no, we never mention her, her name is never heard, They bid me seek in change of scene the charms that others see, For oh! there are so many things recall the past to me, They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay, SALLY. SAMUEL LOver. SALLY, Sally! shilly shally! Sally why not name the day?" "Harry, Harry! I will tarry longer in love's flow'ry way." 66 66 Sally, why not make your mind up? Why embitter thus my cup?" Harry, I've so great a mind, it takes a long time making up." 'Sally, Sally! in the valley, you have promised many a time, "Harry, Harry! I'll not marry, till I find your eyes don't stray: At Kate Riley you so slily stole a wink the other day." "But Kate Riley, she's my cousin."-" Harry, I have cousins too, If you will have close relations, I have cousins close as you," "Sally, Sally! do not rally, do not mock my tender woe; ADIEU, ADIEU! OUR DREAM OF LOVE. THOMAS K. HERVEY. From the "Poetical Sketch Book," 1829. ADIEU, adieu!-our dream of love We met in hope,-we part in tears! Can reach us with no heavier blow! Our souls have drunk, in early youth, The hour is come,-the spell is past! Adieu, adieu!-oh, dull and dread, I THINK ON THEE IN THE NIGHT THOMAS K. HERVEY. I THINK on thee in the night, When all beside is still, And the moon comes out, with her pale, sad light, To sit on the lonely hill! When the stars are all like dreams, And the breezes all like sighs, And there comes a voice from the far-off streams, Like thy spirit's low replies! I think on thee by day, 'Mid the cold and busy crowd, When the laughter of the young and gay Is far too glad and loud! I hear thy soft, sad tone, And thy young, sweet smile I see,— My heart, my heart were all alone, But for its dreams of thee! ELLEN EVELINA. CHARLES MACKAY. THOU hast smiles for all the world, Beautiful those smiles may be, Love a maid, who, smiling less, 3 |