 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
MY COUSIN LOU!
My cousin Lou! a soft name truly
To give a lady so unruly,
Whose every action proves to you
She should be call'd mischievous Lou.
To give a lady so unruly,
Whose every action proves to you
She should be call'd mischievous Lou.
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Offended! ‘mille pardons’ sweet elf
I'd rather have to stand myself
Th' artillery of Rosa's eyes
With naught to pay her back but sighs,
Than thus alas! to anger you
And hence I'll style you cozening Lou.
For your quick glance betrays dear maid
Your aptitude for such a trade.
I'd rather have to stand myself
Th' artillery of Rosa's eyes
With naught to pay her back but sighs,
Than thus alas! to anger you
And hence I'll style you cozening Lou.
For your quick glance betrays dear maid
Your aptitude for such a trade.
I'll suit you now my Queen of arts,
They say you've broken many hearts,
That gallants at your frowns look blue,
(They must mean green) Oh cruel Lou!
They say you've broken many hearts,
That gallants at your frowns look blue,
(They must mean green) Oh cruel Lou!
Well obstinacy will triumph
And I must give up to you. Humph!
So if a late consent will do
Your humble servant Cousin Lou.
And I must give up to you. Humph!
So if a late consent will do
Your humble servant Cousin Lou.
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