I WALKED, in the sun, by the side of a wood, Where the butterflies round me fluttered, And the woodbine her purple buds spread to the warmth, And the throstle his spring greeting uttered. I laid myself down on the dry, mossy bank, And my daughter beside me lay on the bank, So I kissed the tear from her daughter's eye, In the HARDTWALD, beside CARLSRUHE; March 9, 1856. And let the poet keep from courts, His hand lay sometimes on the breast, When such a poet comes to die, He bids you shed no tear; The grave takes but his mortal part, No animated bronze to him, No sculptured marble raise; His name is written in your hearts, CARLSRUHE, March 11, 1856. AT the kernel to get, thou must first break the shell; For bad if the kernel, and broken the shell, CARLSRUHE, May 13, 1856. -- NEVER spider span so fine Bóth the web's and spider's fate. CARLSRUHE, March 2, 1856. MY Polly is a paladin Without reproach or fear, Her scissors are her two-edged sword, Her cuirass is of whalebone stout, She loves to go with visor up Her pincushion 's her armoury; Her housewife, page and groom; Her foes are every mother's son Upon her finger when she has braced God pity then the cotton breadth, The carnage of the day. There's many a valiant knight inscribed Upon the roll of fame, In letters that outshine them all, I'll write my Polly's name. CARLSRUHE, May 6, 1856. IN A LADY'S ALBUM. I WISH there were no albums! not one pen In the whole, wide world! "What wouldst thou háve in it, then?" Why, laugh and chat, and song and dance and glee, CARLSRUHE, April 4, 1856. "Adulescens, tametsi properas, te hoc saxum rogat, Ossa. Hoc volebam, nescius ne esses. Vale." M. PACUVIUS, Burm. Anthol. Ed. Meyer, No. 24. AND now I know thy bones lie here, vain poet, Must I be stopped upon my way, to hear That which to hear serves mé not, nor to tell CARLSRUHE, May 19, 1856. |