Thoughts filled my mind,

Whilst I through Kaige passed

Swift as the wind,

And my desire

Winged with impatient fire; My reindeer, let us haste!

So shall we quickly end our pleasing painBehold my mistress there,

With decent motion walking o'er the plain. Kulnasatz, my reindeer,

Look yonder, where

She washes in the lake!

See, while she swims,

The water from her purer limbs

New clearness take!

ANONYMOUS.

Lines to an Indian Air.

I ARISE from dreams of thee

In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright;

I arise from dreams of thee,

And a spirit in my feet

Has led me- who knows how?
To thy chamber window, sweet!

The wandering airs, they faint

On the dark the silent stream;

The champak odors fail

Like sweet thoughts in a dream;

The nightingale's complaint,

It dies upon her heart,

As I must die on thine,
Beloved as thou art!

Oh, lift me from the grass!

I die, I faint, I fail!

Let thy love in kisses rain

On my lips and eyelids pale.

My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;
Oh, press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

Maid of Athens, ere we Part.

MAID of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each gean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;

By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,
Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

Maid of Athens! I am gone.
Think of me, sweet, when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul.
Can I cease to love thee? No!
Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

Sonnet.

LORD BYRON.

THE might of one fair face sublimes my love,
For it hath weaned my heart from low desires;
Nor death I need, nor purgatorial fires.
Thy beauty, antepast of joys above,
Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve;
For oh! how good, how beautiful, must be
The God that made so good a thing as thee,
So fair an image of the heavenly Dove.
Forgive me if I cannot turn away

From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven,
For they are guiding stars, benignly given

To tempt my footsteps to the upward way;
And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight,

I live and love in God's peculiar light.
MICHEL ANGELO. (Italian.)

Translation of J. E. TAYLOR.

Love's Philosophy.

THE fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever,

With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle-
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea.
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

The Girl of Cadiz.

Oн, never talk again to me

Of northern climes and British ladies;

It has not been your lot to see

Like me, the lovely girl of Cadiz. Although her eyes be not of blue,

Nor fair her locks, like English lasses', How far its own expressive hue

The languid azure eye surpasses! Prometheus-like, from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll,

From eyes that cannot hide their flashes; And as along her bosom steal

In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

Our English maids are long to woo,
And frigid even in possession;

And if their charms be fair to view,

Their lips are slow at love's confession; But, born beneath a brighter sun,

For love ordained the Spanish maid is, And who, when fondly, fairly won, Enchants you like the girl of Cadiz ?

The Spanish maid is no coquette,

Nor joys to see a lover tremble; And if she love, or if she hate,

Alike she knows not to dissemble. Her heart can ne'er be bought or soldHowe'er it beats, it beats sincerely; And, though it will not bend to gold, "Twill love you long, and love you dearly.

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The Spanish girl that meets your love
Ne'er taunts you with a mock denial;
For every thought is bent to prove
Her passion in the hour of trial.
When thronging foemen menace Spain,
She dares the deed and shares the danger;
And should her lover press the plain,
She hurls the spear, her love's avenger.

And when, beneath the evening star,
She mingles in the gay bolero;
Or sings to her attuned guitar

Of Christian knight or Moorish hero; Or counts her beads with fairy hand Beneath the twinkling rays of Hesper; Or joins devotion's choral band

To chant the sweet and hallowed vesper:

In each her charms the heart must move
Of all who venture to behold her.
Then let not maids less fair reprove,
Because her bosom is not colder;
Through many a clime 'tis mine to roam
Where many a soft and melting maid is,
But none abroad, and few at home,
May match the dark-eyed girl of Cadiz.
LORD BYRON.

To

ONE word is too often profaned

For me to profane it,

One feeling too falsely disdained

For thee to disdain it.
One hope is too like despair,

For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

While waters wimple to the sea,

While day blinks in the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my ee, Ye shall be my dearie.

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

ROBERT BURNS.

Here's a Health to Ane I lo'e dear.

Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,
Here's a health to ane 1 lo'e dear;

Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as the parting tear — Jessy !

ALTHO' thou maun never be mine,

Altho' even hope is denied,

"Tis sweeter for thee despairing

Than aught in the world beside - Jessy!

I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,
As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms;
But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber,
For then I am locked in thy arms- Jessy!

I guess by the dear angel smile,

I guess by the love-rolling ee;
But why urge the tender confession

'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree - Jessy!

Here's a health to ane 1 lo'e dear,
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;

Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as the parting tear― Jessy!

ROBERT BURNS.

Farewell to Nancy.

AE fond kiss and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas! for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy —
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met- —or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas! for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

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ROBERT BURNS.

There's nae Luck about the House.

AND are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel?

Is this a time to think of wark?

Ye jauds, fling by your wheel.
Is this a time to think of wark,
When Colin's at the door?
Gie me my cloak! I'll to the quay
And see him come ashore.

For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck ava;

There's little pleasure in the house,
When our gudeman's awa'.

Rise up and mak' a clean fireside;
Put on the muckle pot;

Gi'e little Kate her cotton gown,

And Jock his Sunday coat:
And mak' their shoon as black as slaes,
Their hose as white as snaw;

It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's been long awa'.

There's twa fat hens upon the bank,
Been fed this month and mair;
Mak' haste and thraw their necks about,
That Colin weel may fare;