I PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to please no more. We wander'd hand in hand together; You grew a lovely, roseate maiden, And I did love you very dearly,— How dearly, words want power to show; I thought your heart was touched as nearly,- 16 Love and Age. Then other lovers came around you, I saw you then, first vows forsaking, And I lived on to wed another; No cause she gave me to repine; You grew a matron plump and comely, But I, too, had my festal days. Around the hearth-stone's wintry glow, Than when my youngest child was christen'd,— Time passed. My eldest girl was married, One pet of four years old I've carried Among the wild-flower'd meads to play. Love and Age. In our old fields of childish pleasure, But tho' first love's impassion'd blindness I still have thought of you with kindness, Will bring a time we shall not know, Thomas L. Peacock. 17 ¶ On Drinking. OUT OF ANACREON. T HE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are Abraham Cowley, 1618—1667. Robin Hood and Allin-a-Dale. OME, listen to me, you gallants so free, CO All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw As Robin Hood in the forest stood, There he was aware of a brave young man, As fine as fine might be. The youngster was clothed in scarlet red, In scarlet fine and gay; And he did frisk it over the plain, As Robin Hood next morning stood Then did he espy the same young man The scarlet he wore the day before It was clean cast away; And at every step he fetched a sigh,— "Alack, and a well-a-day!" |