MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE. MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE. PART FIRST. My dear and only love, I pray, This noble world of thee Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, That puts it not unto the touch, But I must rule and govern still And always give the law, And all to stand in awe. Thou shun'st the prize so sore As that thou set'st me up a blind I'll never love thee more. If in the empire of thy heart, And go on such a score, And never love thee more. But if thou wilt be constant then, And faithful of thy word, Was never heard before; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore. PART SECOND. My dear and only love, take heed, Lest thou thyself expose, 255 "Alas! he had too just a cause And when that tracing goddess Fame How thou hast loved me; And how in odds our love was such Thou loved too many, and I too much, JAMES GRAHam, Marquis OF MONTROSE WELCOME, WELCOME. Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; Love that to the voice is near, Breaking from your ivory pale, Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Love, that still looks on your eyes, Shall not want the summer's sun. Love, that still may see your cheeks, Is a fool if e'er he seeks Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Love, to whom your soft lip yields, Never, never shall be missing. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Love, that question would anew Welcome, welcome, then I sing, WILLIAM BROWNE BLEST AS THE IMMORTAL GODS. BLEST as the immortal gods is he, 'T was this deprived my soul of rest, My bosom glowed; the subtle flame In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play I fainted, sunk, and died away. Translation of AMBROSE PHILLIPS. SAPPHO. (Greek.) KULNASATZ, MY REINDEER. A LAPLAND SONG. KULNASATZ, my reindeer, We have a long journey to go; The moors are vast, And we must haste. Our strength, I fear, Will fail, if we are slow; And so Our songs will do. Kaigè, the watery moor, Since it doth to my mistress lead, The Kilwa moor I ne'er again will tread. Thoughts filled my mind, Whilst I through Kaigè passed Swift as the wind, And my desire Winged with impatient fire; My reindeer, let us haste! 257 So shall we quickly end our pleasing painBehold my mistress there, With decent motion walking o'er the plain Kulnasatz, my reindeer, Look yonder, where She washes in the lake! See, while she swims, The water from her purer limbs New clearness take! ANONYMOUS LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee Has led me-who knows how? The wandering airs, they faint Like sweet thoughts in a dream. Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. Forgive me if I cannot turn away For they are guiding stars, benignly given Translation of J. E. TAYLOR. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, All things by a law divine See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? TO PEROY BYSSHE SHELLEY ONE word is too often profaned For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love; PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Our English maids are long to woo, For love ordained the Spanish maid is, And who, when fondly, fairly won,Enchants you like the girl of Cadiz? IV. The Spanish maid is no coquette, And if she love, or if she hate, Alike she knows not to dissemble. Her heart can ne'er be bought or sold Howe'er it beats, it beats sincerely; And, though it will not bend to gold, 'T will love you long, and love you dearly. V. The Spanish girl that meets your love Her passion in the hour of trial. She dares the deed and shares the danger; And should her lover press the plain, She hurls the spear, her love's avenger. And when, beneath the evening star, Of Christian knight or Moorish hero; Or counts her beads with fairy hand Beneath the twinkling rays of Hesper; Or joins devotion's choral band To chant the sweet and hallowed vesper: VII. In each her charms the heart must move Of all who venture to behold her. Then let not maids less fair reprove. Because her bosom is not colder; Through many a clime 't is mine to roam Where many a soft and melting maid is, But none abroad, and few at home, May match the dark-eyed girl of Cadiz. SONG. LORD BYBON THE heath this night must be my bed, Far, far from love and thee, Mary; I may not, dare not, fancy now And all it promised me, Mary. A time will come with feeling fraught! Shall be a thought on thee, Mary! To my young bride and me, Mary! SIR WALTER SCOTI |