That though she did seem in a fit, 'Twas nothing but a feint. "Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head, He'll be as good as me; For when your swain is in our boat, A boatswain he will be." So when they'd made their game of her, She roused, and found she only was "And is he gone, and is he gone?" A waterman came up to her, "Alas! they've taken my beau, Ben, Says he, "They've only taken him "O! would I were a mermaid now, For then I'd follow him; But, O! I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. "Alas! I was not born beneath The virgin and the scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, Now Ben had sailed to many a place But when he called on Sally Brown, He found she'd got another Ben, "O, Sally Brown, O, Sally Brown, Then reading on his 'bacco-box, And then he tried to sing "All's Well," His death, which happened in his berth, They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell. TO MY SON A PARENTAL ODE TO MY SON, AGED THREE YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS THOU happy, happy elf! (But stop first let me kiss away that tear) Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) – Thou merry, laughing sprite! Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin- With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air(The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy! In Love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou cherub - but of earth; Fit playfellow for Fays, by moonlight pale, (That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail!) Thy father's pride and hope! (He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope!) With pure heart newly stamped from Nature's mint(Where did he learn that squint?) Thou young domestic dove! (He'll have that jug off, with another shove!) Dear nursling of the Hymeneal nest! (Are those torn clothes his best?) Little epitome of man! (He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan!) Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life(He's got a knife!) Thou enviable being! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, Toss the light ball - bestride the stick- (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!) Thou pretty opening rose! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star,(I wish that window had an iron bar!) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove, (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write unless he's sent above!) RUTH SHE stood breast-high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush, Round her eyes her tresses fell; And her hat, with shady brim, Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean FAIR INES O SAW ye not fair Ines? To dazzle when the sun is down, With morning blushes on her cheek, And pearls upon her breast. O turn again, fair Ines, Before the fall of night, For fear the moon should shine alone, And stars unrivaled bright; And blessed will the lover be That walks beneath their light, And breathes the love against thy cheek I dare not even write! Would I had been, fair Ines, That gallant cavalier, Who rode so gayly by thy side, And whispered thee so near! Were there no bonny dames at home, Or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win The dearest of the dear? I saw thee, lovely Ines, And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; — |