From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples in a sunny river.
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Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er,
Grant only (and I ask no more),Let love remain that little while.
Father: What brought thee back, lad?
As took me brought me back, I warrant ye.Father: Couldst thou not find the rail?Son: The deuce himselfWho can find most things, could not find the rail.Father: Plain as a pike-staff miles and miles it lies.Son: So they all told me. Pike-staffs in your dayMust have been hugely plainer than just now.Father: What didst thou…
BLYTHE bell, that calls to bridal halls,
The very shower that feeds the flowerWeeps also its decay.
Welcome, old friend! These many years
The fates have laid aside their shearsPerhaps for some few more.I was indocile at an ageWhen better boys were taught,But thou at length hast made me sage,If I am sage in aught.Little I know from other men,Too little they know from me,But thou hast pointed well the penThat writes these lines to thee.Thanks for expelling…
Death stands above me, whispering low
Of his strange language all I knowIs, there is not a word of fear.
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings
Where maidens blush at what the minstrel sings,They who have coveted may covet now.Bring me, in cool alcove, the grape uncrush’d,The peach of pulpy cheek and down mature,Where every voice (but bird’s or child’s) is hush’d,And every thought, like the brook nigh, runs pure.