LOVE'S TIMIDITY. I Do not ask to offer thee A timid love like mine; I lay it as the rose is laid On some immortal shrine. I have no hope in loving thee, I brood upon my silent heart, As on its nest the dove. The wide world is mine own. Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, Thy face is on my sleep; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep. L. E. LANDON. Poetical Works. (Routledge.) TO ELECTRA. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that, or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be, Only to kiss that air That lately kissèd thee. ROBERT HERRICK. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOUR- On a stray chair, and then and there Yea! by St. Valentinus, Emma shall not be minus What all young ladies, whate'er their grade is Expect to-day no doubt: Emma the fair, the stately Whom I beheld so lately, Smiling beneath the snow-white wreath Wherefore fly to her, swallow, And mention that I'd "follow," Say the North's "true and tender," And hint, in fact, with your well-known tact, Say I grow hourly thinner, Simply abhor my dinner Tho' I do try and absorb some viand And I am found extended, With vest blood-spotted, and cut carotid, To think on Hers sincerely. C. S. CALVERLEY. Verses and Translations. (Deighton, Bell, and Co.) wwwww STILL, I love thee dearly: Though I make (I feel) Love a little queerly, I'm as true as steel. C. S. CALVERLEY. Fly Leaves. (Bell.) IMITATED FROM THE WELSH. IF, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart— Feel how it throbs for you. Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim That thrilling touch would aid the flame, S. T. COLEridge. |