See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the moonbeams kiss the sea, P. B. SHELLEY. AN hundred thousand oaths your fears Perhaps would not remove ; And if I gazed a thousand years, I could not deeper love. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. I NE'ER Could any lustre see Is her hand so soft and pure? I HELD her hand, the pledge of bliss, Scarce have I told her we must part, W. S. LANDOR. Works. (Chapman and Hall.) [The extracts from Landor's Poems contained in this volume are inserted by the kind permission of Messrs. Chapman and Hall.] HINTS TO A WOOER. You must not spare expense, but wear gay clothes, PHILIP MASSINGER. LOVE'S ASSEVERATION. By those eyes of dazzling brown, With their liquid mirth and gladness; By that brow without a frown, Or a fleeting cloud of sadness; By that lip of vermeil red, Breathing such a gentle voice; By that smile which never fled While it could my gaze rejoice; By those curls of chestnut hue Streaming down in rich profusion; By that face that, though a dream, Heaving with untold emotion; By that hand to make which mine Fond as ever poet sung; By these simple words that start, Faltering from my truthful tongue; My love for thee, like delicious pain, Throbs in the core of my heart and brain. CHARLES KENT. Poems. (Longman and Co.) wwwww GO, LOVELY ROSE! Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair. EDMUND WALLER. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. COME live with me, and be my love, There will I make thee beds of roses The shepherd swains shall dance and sing, [I omit stanza 6, as in all probability an interpolation of Izaak Walton's.] And the truth beholding, With a kiss divine Stop my rough mouth's scolding?— If, should times grow harder, Less upon the shelf; Make your old gowns do, Hand to hand with mine, Like a gallant lady, Will you, Valentine? Then, whatever weather Come, or shine, or shade, We'll set out together, You at sixty charming As at sweet sixteen: Let's pray, nothing loath, dear, That our funeral may Make one date serve both, dear, As our marriage day. AUTHOR OF "JOHN HALIFAX, Thirty Years. (Macmillan.) www [So] they that are to love inclined, Swayed by chance, not choice or art, To the first that's fair, or kind, Make a present of their heart; 'Tis not she that first we love, But whom dying we approve. EDMUND WALLER, |