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My dog I was ever well pleased to see Come wagging his tail to my fair one and me; And Phoebe was pleased too, and to my dog said, "Come hither, poor fellow ;" and patted his head.
But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look Cry "Sirrah!" and give him a blow with my crook :
But what swain is so silly to live without love !
And I'll give him another; for why should not Ah! what shall I do? I shall die with despair; Take heed, all ye swains, how ye part with your fair.
Be as dull as his master, when Phoebe 's away?
When walking with Phoebe, what sights have
How fair was the flower, how fresh was the
What a lovely appearance the trees and the shade,
The cornfields and hedges and everything made !
They none of them now so delightful appear :
Sweet music went with us both all the wood through,
The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too;
But now she is absent, though still they sing on,
Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
You put on your colors to pleasure her eye,
How slowly Time creeps till my Phoebe return,
While amidst the soft zephyr's cool breezes I burn!
Will no pitying power, that hears me com-
Or cure my disquiet or soften my pain?
Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 't would melt down the lead.
THE SAILOR'S WIFE.*
AND are ye sure the news is true?
Is this a time to think o' wark?
And see him come ashore.
For there's nae luck about the house,
And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop's-satin gown;
For I maun tell the baillie's wife
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside,
Gie little Kate her button gown,
And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
There's twa fat hens upo' the coop
Been fed this month and mair;
And spread the table neat and clean,
For wha can tell how Colin fared
Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear,
Nor will budge one foot faster for all thou canst Mariner's Wife is now given, by common consent,' says Sarah
* Bartlett, in his Familiar Quotations, has the following: "The
Tytler, to Jean Adam, '1710-1765."
PRESENCE IN ABSENCE. Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth if the other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
A Valediction forbidding Mourning.
DR. J. DONNE.
DISAPPOINTMENT AND ESTRANGEMENT.
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;
WITH how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the But saving a crown, he had naething else beside. To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to
How silently, and with how wan a face!
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
And the crown and the pound, they were baith for me!
He hadna been awa' a week but only twa,
My father brak his arm --- - my Jamie at the sea
My father couldna work,—my mither couldna spin;
I toiled day and night, but their bread I couldna win;
Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his e'e,
Said, "Jennie, for their sakes, will you marry
My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back;
My father argued sair my mither didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break;
They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the
And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me.
I hadna been his wife, a week but only four,
O sair, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say :
I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee,
AULD ROBIN GRAY.
WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye a' I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ;
When a' the weary world to sleep are gane,
I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
LADY ANNE BARNARD.