Flower Pieces and other poems By William Allingham: With two designs by Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
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EMILY.
‘Good evening. Why, of course it's you!
You “half imagined,”—O I knew!
There, there, don't make a fuss, my dear,
Come in and let's have supper here.
You “half imagined,”—O I knew!
There, there, don't make a fuss, my dear,
Come in and let's have supper here.
‘You're married now, Frank; yes, I heard;
And looking bright, upon my word.
And I?—a little thin or so?—
You can't make cottage-roses grow
In London, can you?—O dear me!
But never mind; it's life, you see.
And looking bright, upon my word.
And I?—a little thin or so?—
You can't make cottage-roses grow
In London, can you?—O dear me!
But never mind; it's life, you see.
‘Her name—don't tell me; I don't care.
Of course you make a loving pair.
Your jolly healths! Why, there you sit,
And never eat or drink a bit.
“How well I'm drest”—you think so, eh?
You like my hair done up this way?
Of course you make a loving pair.
Your jolly healths! Why, there you sit,
And never eat or drink a bit.
“How well I'm drest”—you think so, eh?
You like my hair done up this way?
‘Oh don't go yet, Frank! stay, do stay
Five minutes longer! please don't go!
I'm not fit company, I know—
But just this one time—just this last!
Five minutes longer! please don't go!
I'm not fit company, I know—
But just this one time—just this last!
‘D'ye ever think of days gone past,
When you and I a-courting went,
So loving, and so innocent?
Our walks, our little messages,
Our notes, our quarrels; after these,
Our makings-up—O were we not
Rare fools? Then, of a sudden, came
The desperate quarrel, and for what?
For nothing! I was most to blame.
When you and I a-courting went,
So loving, and so innocent?
Our walks, our little messages,
Our notes, our quarrels; after these,
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Rare fools? Then, of a sudden, came
The desperate quarrel, and for what?
For nothing! I was most to blame.
‘What use in crying? Ain't it funny?
Nay, my good sir, I don't want money.
I don't, Frank; no, I don't indeed.
Why, I can lend you if you need.
Stop, I'll take this; I'll tell you why;
A little locket I shall buy,
(Now mayn't I?) big enough to hold
A lock of hair, that you forgot,
And so I kept it back.
Nay, my good sir, I don't want money.
I don't, Frank; no, I don't indeed.
Why, I can lend you if you need.
Stop, I'll take this; I'll tell you why;
A little locket I shall buy,
(Now mayn't I?) big enough to hold
A lock of hair, that you forgot,
And so I kept it back.
‘How cold
The night-air strikes when one's so hot!
Ah, you won't kiss me now. All right,
Ta, ta, Frank; off you go; good-night!’
The night-air strikes when one's so hot!
Ah, you won't kiss me now. All right,
Ta, ta, Frank; off you go; good-night!’
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