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THREE SONNETS TO A COQUETTE.

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SONG. -"LADY, LET THE ROLLING DRUMS,"
SONG. — “HOME THEY BROUGHT HIM, SLAIN WITH SPEARS,"

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ON A MOURNER

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1. Where Claribel low-lietb The breezes pause and die,

Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sighetli,

Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody

Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.

2. At eve the beetle boometh

Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth

About the moss'd headstone: At midnight the moon cometh,

And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,

The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,

The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.

LILIAN

An Y, fairy Lilian,

Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Clasps her tiny hands above me,

Laughing all she can ;
She 'll not tell me if she love me,

Cruel little Lilian.

When my passion seeks

Pleasance in love-sighs,
She, looking thro' and thro' me
Thoroughly to undo me,

Smiling, never speaks :
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple;
From beneath her gather'd wimple

Glancing with black-beaded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple

The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies,

Prythee weep, May Lilian!

Gayety without eclipse
Wearieth me, May Lilian :
Thro' my very heart it thrilleth

When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth :

Prythee weep, May Lilian.

Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,

Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,

Fairy Lilian.

ISABEL.

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Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed

With the clear-pointed flame of chastity,
Clear, witiout heat, undying, tended by

Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit; locks not wide-dispread,

Madonna-wise on either side her head;

Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign
The summer calm of golden charity,
Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood,

Revered Isabel, the crown and head,
The stately flower of female fortitude,
Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead.

2.
The intuitive decision of a bright
And thorough-edged intellect to part

Error from crime; a prudence to withhold ;

The laws of marriage character'd in gold
Upon the blanched tablets of her heart;
A love still burning upward, giving light
To read those laws; an accent very low
In blandishment, but a most silver flow

Of subtle-paced counsel in distress,
Right to the heart and brain, tho’ undescried,

Winning its way with extreme gentleness
Thro' all the outworks of suspicious pride;
A courage to endure and to obey;
A hate of gossip parlance, and of sway,
Crown'd Isabel, thro' all her placid life,
The queen of marriage, a most perfect wife.

3.
The mellow'd reflex of a winter moon;
A clear stream flowing with a muddy one,
Till in its onward current it absorbs
With swifter movement and in purer light

The vexed eddies of its wayward brother :
A leaning and upbearing parasite,

Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite,
With cluster'd flower-bells and ambrosial orbs

Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each other

Shadow forth thee:- the world hath not another (Tho' all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity) Of such a finish'd chasten'd purity..

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