Maidens speed those simple orgies, Betsey Jane with Betsey Ann. As they love thee in St. Giles's Thou art loved in Grosvenor Square: None of those engaging smiles is Unreciprocated there." Often, ere yet thou hast hammer'd E'en the ambrosial-whisker'd flunkey There he woo'd and won a dusky Side by side 'twas theirs to ravage With the well-aim'd cocoa-nut: Till the miscreant Stranger tore him Screaming from his blue-faced fair; And they flung strange raiment o'er him, Raiment which he could not bear: Sever'd from the pure embraces Of his children and his spouse, He must ride fantastic races But the heart of wistful Jocko Grinder, winsome grinsome Grinder! They to whom thy curt (yet clever) KNOW not why my soul is rack'd: Why I ne'er smile as was my wont: I only know that, as a fact, I don't, I used to roam o'er glen and glade A minstrel's fire within me burn'd. I'd sing, as one whose heart must break, Lay upon lay: I nearly learn'd To shake. All day I sang; of love, of fame, Of fights our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing almost became A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low; I could not range the hills till high The sports, to which with boyish glee Nay, worse than that, I've seem'd of late They fright me, when the beech is green, It's idle to repine, I know; I'll tell you what I'll do instead: FIRST LOVE MY earliest love, who, ere I number'd Ten sweet summers, made my bosom thrill! Will a swallow-or a swift, or some bird— Fly to her and say, I love her still? Say my life's a desert drear and arid, Never, never-although three times married- No, mine own! though early forced to leave you, There I saw her first, our landlord's oldest There she sat-so near me, yet remoter And I loved her, and our troth we plighted By a bitter fate for evermore. O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed! Hand in hand we tramp'd the golden seaweed, Soon as o'er the gray cliff peep'd the dawn: |