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47. TWO SONS.
I have two sons,
Bringing us to shame.
One is fierce and cold, Wife,
As the wayward Deep;
Him no breast could keep.
One may fall in fight, Wife
Is he not our son ?
For the wayward one;
One across the foam, Wife,
As I speak may fall;
Cannot die at all.
46. THE FEAR OF DEATH.
Last night I woke and found between us drawn,
Between us, where no mortal fear may creep,
The vision of Death dividing us in sleep;
Shall cleave us like a sword. The vision passed,
And till day broke I listened for your breath.
And pipings in the woods, and petals wet,
Are things for aching memory to forget;
E. W. Gosse.
47. THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
And sang to a small guitar,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
But what shall we do for a ring ?”
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
48. A BRIDAL RACE.
Sir Hubert mounted his little brown barb,
Her jennette of Spain his bride; “My winsome Isabelle, my wife,”
Quoth he, "let's a wager ride!"
Quoth he "Sweet wife, let us ride a race,
And this shall be the play, Whoever wins first to yon haw-tree,
Shall do even as they may.
“And whether we live in the country,
Or in town as I would still, Whoever wins first to yon haw-tree,
Shall have it as they will."
"Done!" said she with a light high laugh,
I'm pleased with such as this;
As if she meant to kiss.
He thought to catch her limber waist,
And really a kiss repay,
She was off, she was away.
The little brown barb he shied aside,
On galloped she merrilie,
First by the red haw-tree.
“Now fie upon you, winsome wife!”
Cried he, "you ride unfair,
You took me unaware."
"What's fair”, quoth she with her light high laugh,
"I do not care three straws! Oh, I shall rule, yes, I shall rule, But you, love, shall make the laws!"
W. Bell Scott.
49. LETTY'S GLOBE.
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,
And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss ;
Ch. TENNYSON TURNER.
50. THE PRODIGAL.
The scath of sin is on my brow like lead.
The servants in thy house are clothed and fed
John LEICESTER WARREN.
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
Fallen to dust.