JOCK OF HAZELDEAN "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Sae comely to be seen But aye she loot the tears down fa' "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen " But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, And you the foremost o' them a' Shall ride our forest-queen The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazledean. Sir Walter Scott TOO LATE "Dowglas, Dowglas, tendir and treu Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Never a scornful word should grieve ye, Oh, to call back the days that are not! I never was worthy of you, Douglas; Now all men beside seem to me like shadows - Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, Dinah Maria Mulock Craik ON WOMAN When lovely woman stoops to folly The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover Oliver Goldsmith NEVER THE TIME AND THE PLACE Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path how soft to pace! This May what magic weather! Where is the loved one's face? In a dream that loved one's face meets mine, But the house is narrow, the place is bleak Where, outside, rain and wind combine With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak, With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek, With a malice that marks each word, each sign O enemy sly and serpentine, Uncoil thee from the waking man! Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? Thro' the magic of May to herself indeed! Robert Browning Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, Framework which waits for a picture to frame: Rose-beauty above, Grows love! Robert Browning MEETING They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, At length there came the step upon the stair, Christina Georgina Rossetti THE LESSONS OF NATURE Of this fair volume which we World do name Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame, His providence extending everywhere, His justice which proud rebels doth not spare, But silly we, like foolish children, rest Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught, LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Were I as high as heaven above the plain, Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. Joshua Sylvester |