MERCUTIO'S LOVE LINES. SOFTEST foot upon the rushes- Whiter hand no lover kisses— Eyes, as dark as violet shadows— Voice like whispering woods in summer- In the warm midnights of summer. REGRETS. One by one-yes! still they say- Long ago-yes! very long- 'Life is short-and art is long;' PLACE POUR LES GRENADIERS! (A song in the Invalides.) I'VE heard the war drum's tumult I always called with a lusty shout, We trod down Egypt's mamelukes, And when old surly Blucher Before our steel gave way, I called to our men with a lusty shout, "Place pour les grenadiers." The white coats at Marengo Were wasted in our flame; Fire flew, and blasted them as we I always shout from my bed in the ward, "Place pour les grenadiers !" THE FAMILY CONCERT. THE blackbird pipes upon the bough And care not though their father be The wind blows half the tune away Lashing the lagging cloud; But still the birds to their father's song Are listening glad and proud. THE END |