They tell me 'tis decided; you depart They sin who tell us love can die They tell me, gentle lady, that they deck thee for a bride They that never had the use.... 131 526 613 Think not 'cause men flattering say 485 This nforn with trembling I awoke 302 Those eyes, those eyes, how full of heaven they are 211 130 Thou sleep'st while the eyes of the planets are watching. 121 Upon her cheek the eye may trace Wake, oh wake! the morning star... We were to meet at sunset down the lane What of you and me, my lady PAGE 141 35 324 229 441 450 523 60 III 583 563 593 465 34 72 569 20 30 256 261 70 154 7 82 Whilst well-wrote lines our wondering eyes command.. Why, I could give you fact and argument 382 224 204 Wonder not, faithless woman, if you see Ye are stars of the night, ye are gems of the morn 73 224 113 Ye banks and braes, and streams around 495 Young Juan and his lady-love were left... Your compliments, dear lady, pray forbear.. 292 88 584 542 541 You took me, Henry, when a girl, into your home and heart.. 609 549 210 THE LOVERS' DICTIONARY. SHE ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON. HE came-she is gone-we have met- And seems to have risen in vain ; The last evening ramble we made, Our progress was often delayed By the nightingale warbling nigh. We paused under many a tree, And much she was charmed with a tone Less sweet to Maria and me, Who so lately had witnessed her own. My numbers that day she had sung, As only her musical tongue Could infuse into numbers of mine. The longer I heard, I esteemed The work of my fancy the more, And even to myself never seemed Though the pleasures of London exceed Would feel herself happier here; Than aught that the city can show. So it is when the mind is imbued Since then in the rural recess The scene of her sensible choice! To inhabit a mansion remote From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note To measure the life that she leads! With her book, and her voice, and her lyre, She will have just the life she prefers, Cowper. |