A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE POET LOVERS.
(Strophe.)
The flame of love Burns in his heart,
O maiden Young and Gay;
And now that he is Scott at last,
Should you keep Pope away?
O maiden Young and Gay;
And now that he is Scott at last,
Should you keep Pope away?
If there Cling any Prior claim,
Hume may most freely speak,
Aha, the rosy blushes fly
Swift to your dimpled Cheke.
Hume may most freely speak,
Aha, the rosy blushes fly
Swift to your dimpled Cheke.
Say, Shelley go away from here
Without a word from thee?
Speak not at Talbot give some sign,
However Smollett be.
Without a word from thee?
Speak not at Talbot give some sign,
However Smollett be.
(Ante Strophe.)
My spirit, erst so Sterne, will yield,
Thou seest it in mine eye,
Steele up your nerves and you shall be,
Most happy Byron by.
Thou seest it in mine eye,
Steele up your nerves and you shall be,
Most happy Byron by.
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“No Moore, my heart would fain relent!”
The blushing maiden cried;
He Locke-d her in his arms and pressed
Her to his Akenside.
The blushing maiden cried;
He Locke-d her in his arms and pressed
Her to his Akenside.
(Apostrophe.)
All Hale, we cry, unto the bride,
The bridegroom, brave and Bright;
And may their lives be Fuller joy
For they will wed this Knight.
The bridegroom, brave and Bright;
And may their lives be Fuller joy
For they will wed this Knight.
November 3d, 1882.
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