LOVE DIES NOT WITH BEAUTY. WILLIAM GASPEY. OH! think not when Time shall have silver'd thy brow, Nay, dearest, say not, 'tween a sigh and a smile, And the mind can alone thy past loveliness trace, I shall treasure thee more, for in thee shall I see An angel, that stoops to be mortal for me! MY SOLDIER BOY. DR. WILLIAM MAGINN, BORN IN JULY, 1794, at cork, I Give my soldier-boy a blade, In fair Damascus fashion'd well; I know not, but I hope to know, Cool, calm, and clear, the lucid flood, As calm, as clear, as cool of mood, H The eye which mark'd its peerless edge, Are gone, with all their flame and noise- So when in dust I low am laid, Remember by these heart-felt strains I gave my soldier-boy a blade. "IN a garden, hark thee, Willie, Oh, I know," wee Willie said, Looking high above his head: "I would be the apple tree The tall, the fruit-bowed apple tree." "In a garden, hark thee, Annie, Here's a tree, and there's a tree, Apple tree and rose tree; Which wouldst thou the rather be, Apple tree or rose tree?" "Rather be!" sweet Annie cries, Looking lively with her eyes; "I would be the white rose tree The drooping, flower-crown'd white rose tree.' Annie, Willie, in a cottage ! Both the trees remember still; He brings fruit and she brings flowers, In the cottage on the lea. Simple creatures, Annie, Willie ! What a world this world so fair; If like you its people were; Apple tree and Rose tree! Love's sweet works would glad the day, All would be, as all should be, A fruit-bowed, flower-crown'd, living tree. GENEVIEVE. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, BORN OCTOBER 20, 1772, AT OTTERY ST. MARY, DEVONSHIRE, DIED AT HIGHGATE, JULY 25, 1834. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, She lean'd against the armed man, Amid the lingering light. |