"Welcome, sweet maid! we 're friends again, Never to quarrel more." "Agreed," said she, "give me thy hand As good friends as before. "Where hast thou been? This whole, long year. Full well I knew 't could not be Truth And onward walked, with Nature's face Which way it was I went. Rosamond, Rathgar Road, Dublin, Sept. 27, 1859. PHILOSOPHY'S LABOUR LOST. "I DON'T mean to disturb the thorns and weeds, Only to sow the fallow with good seeds." Entering the field I said, and scattered wide, In plenteous showers, the grain on every side. "Glaubt mir, es ist kein Mährchen, die Quelle der Jugend, sie rinnet Wirklich und immer. Ihr fragt, wo? In der dichtenden Kunst." SCHILLER. ETERNAL youth cannot be and was never, "Fresh fish from Helicon! who 'll buy? who 'll buy?" LORD BYRON, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. "FRESH fish from Helicon! who 'll buy? who 'll buy?" So very rare as fish must always be That high on Hippocrene's steep mountain side And asked me would I have some, and when I No cash had, left me, and went on to cry "Fresh fish from Helicon! who 'll buy? who 'll buy?" ROSAMOND, Febr. 29, 1860. LOOK circumspect round you before Danger comes; When Danger is come stand to arms, beat your drums; When Danger's gone by, you may play with your thumbs, But your play must be short, for, behold! Danger comes, Like a race-horse, again stand to arms; beat your drums: Life's a porridge of wormwood and sweet sugar-plums. ROSAMOND, May 13, 1860. THE TWO LOOKING-GLASSES. WI One to show us what passes in other men's hearts; This glass it's placed queerly In our own hearts what passes we see inside us. in the other, And, of all places, where in the world do you think? ROSAMOND, March 16, 1860. beside us. "Das Gemeine geht klanglos zum Orkus hinab." SCHILLER. LIKE weeds which a gardener throws out on the dunghill, The vulgar go down, unremembered, to Orcus; But we weep the high-minded, and Poetry gathers, And encloses their bones in a cerement of amber. With such cerement of amber I'd fain wrap thy bones round, ROSAMOND, March 16, 1860. IN all things else thou mayst agree "Nay, in two things I can't agree Myself to measure by the rule With which he 's pleased to measure me; To buy my friend at his own price Say, haven't I read your riddle, nice?” Anniversary of my mother's death. FOR what our pleasures, and our pains for what, The longest lived of two loved parents died Their first born child's place should be nearly ready. ROSAMOND, March 27, 1860. |