Love's Secret Ask you how Julia will behave, If she's a fool she'll wed the knave If she's a knave, the fool. AIR 805 Samuel Bishop (1731-1795] From "The Duenna I NE'ER could any luster see In eyes that would not look on me; But where my own did hope to sip. When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure? That heaving bosom sigh for me. Richard Brinsley Sheridan [1751-1816] LOVE'S SECRET NEVER seek to tell thy love, For the gentle wind doth move I told my love, I told my love, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Soon after she was gone from me, A traveler came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. William Blake [1757-1827] DUNCAN GRAY DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; On blithe Yule-night when we were fou', Maggie coost her head fu' high, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Duncan sighed baith out and in, Grat his e'en baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin owre a linn! Ha, ha, the wooing o't! Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Slighted love is sair to bide; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; "Shall I, like a fool," quoth he, "For a haughty hizzie dee? She may gae to-France for me!" Ha, ha, the wooing o't! How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg grew sick as he grew well; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Nora's Vow Something in her bosom wrings, And O, her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace; Now they're crouse and canty baith: Ha, ha, the wooing o't! 807 Robert Burns [1759-1796] "SAW YE NE'ER A LANELY LASSIE" SAW ye ne'er a lanely lassie, The sun o' joy wad ne'er gae down, Saw ye ne'er a wearie wifie, Thinkin' gin she were a lass, She wad aye be blithe and cheerie, Wives and lassies, young and aged, Mortal joy was ne'er complete. NORA'S VOW HEAR What Highland Nora said,— For all the gold, for all the gear, I would not wed the Earlie's son." "A maiden's vows," old Callum spoke, "The swan," she said, "the lake's clear breast The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, But I, were all these marvels done, Still in the water-lily's shade Her wonted nest the wild-swan made; Still downward foams the Awe's fierce river; No Highland brogue has turned the heel: She's wedded to the Earlie's son! Walter Scott [1771-1832] TO IANTHE You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] The Snake 809 THE TEST I HELD her hand, the pledge of bliss, My heart was sure that hers was true. Now I have told her I must part, She shakes my hand, she bids adieu, Nor shuns the kiss. Alas, my heart! Hers never was the heart for you. Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] "THE FAULT IS NOT MINE" THE fault is not mine if I love you too much, Such ever your graces, your tenderness such, A time is now coming when Love must be gone, Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] THE SNAKE My love and I, the other day, A little Snake put forth its head. "See," said the maid, with laughing eyes "Yonder the fatal emblem lies! Who could expect such hidden harm Never did moral thought occur In more unlucky hour than this; For oh! I just was leading her To talk of love and think of bliss. |