TO SELINA. I. I'VE worshipp'd woman-saints, forgive my folly!- La Portuguesa, not quite so sublime, But every atom passion, Cupid's wholly, The Columbine of Love's long pantomime: As well he knows who makes her bone of his bone; II. What made the fuss, that banish'd the Hussars From Hounslow and the Horse Guards, in the season When London routs were sparkling thick as stars, To broil in Lisbon barracks? The true reason Was, the sweet prisoners within convent bars Pined for their old Peninsular liaisons; The blues were quite essential to the yellows. In short, they long'd to see our handsome fellows. III. Yet that same Lisbon-give the devil his due Is pleasant in its way. Its summer nights The river's sheeted silver, sky stone-blue; You take a barge, guitar, your white-wine negus, IV. And I have knelt to black Parisian eyes, But, after all, as I'm no epicure, I love the loveliest women much the best. The hazel eye, love's most resistless lure; The bosom, stately as a wild swan's crest; The sunny smile, the skin as ivory pure; The step that scarcely seems on earth to rest. So, sweet SELINA! at thy feet I fall, And own thy women, Britain, queens of all ! FROM THE SPANISH. TURN thine eyes, O King Rodrigo ! See how all thy people brave Let loose their blood upon the plain, Thou scourger of the innocent! Alas, alas, for Spain ! All-(alas the bitter cost!) PLACE DES ROSES, OR, THE LADY'S DREAM. While my lady sleepeth, The dark-blue heaven is bright; Soft the moonbeam creepeth Round her bower all night. Thou gentle, gentle breeze, While my lady slumbers, Echoes of my numbers, Spanish Serenade. "VENUS and Minerva, both visible at once! this is an extraordinary pleasure," said Lord William Fitzwater, smiling as he spoke, partly in admiration of his wit, partly of his teeth; and he bowed, and passed on. "What an insufferable coxcomb!" said Lady Matilda Vaux to her confabulaire, Miss Mont Clair. "What can have brought him to Place des Roses ?" "Mamma's invitation, of course. You know he is related to the Gillardins, her great friends. Besides, he is quite the fashion, and mixes in the very best society." "An excellent recommendation of solitude. But who is here? Mercy on me! is there no escape-no possibility of flight? Quick, my dear Julia, run.” "No, no," replied Julia, laughing," she has caught my eye." |