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III. THE POET RELATES HOW HE STOLE A LOCK OF DELIA'S HAIR, AND
Oh! be the day accurst that gave me birth!
Ye Seas ! to swallow me, in kindness rise!
Open, and hide me from my Delia's eyes.
Now let the central fires their prison burst,
For Delia frowns. Sue Frowns, and I am curst.
Oh! I could dare the fury of the fight,
Where hostile MILLIONS sought my single life;
And grapple with Grim Death in glorious strise.
Oh! I could brave the bolts of angry JOVE,
When ceaseless lightnings fire the midnight skies;
What is his LIGHTNING to my Delia's eyes?
Go, fatal lock! I cast thee to the wind;
Ye serpent curls, ye poison tendrils, go!
my mind, ACCURSED LOCK; thou cause of all my woe!
Seize the crest OCRLS, ye Furies, as they fly!
Demons of darkness, guard the infernal roll,
May knit the KNOTS OF TORTURE for my SOUL.
Last night-Oh hear me, heaven, and grant my prayer !
The BOOK OF FATE before thy suppliant lay,
Only the single PAGE OF YESTERDAY!
Or let me meet old Time upon his flight,
And I will sTOP HIM on his restless way;
I'U force him back the ROAD OF YESTERDAY.
Last night, as o'er the page of love's despair,
My Delia bent deliciously to grieve,
And drew the FATAL SCISSORS from my sleeve:
And would at that instant o'er my thread
The SHEARS OF ATROPOs had opened then;
Had cut me sudden from the sons of men!
She heard the scissors that fair lock divide,
And while my heart with transport parted big,
“You stupid puppy-you have spoiled my wig !"
THE BABY'S DEBUT. *
[A BURLESQUE IMITATION OF WORDSWORTH.—REJECTED ADDRESSES.]
[Spoken in the character of Nancy Lake, a girl eight years of age, who is drawn
upon the stage in a child's chaise by Samuel Hughes, her uncle's porter.)
My brother Jack was nine in May,
So in Kate Wilson's shop
And brother Jack a top.
So to my drawer he goes,
And melts off half her nose!
* " The author does not, in this instance, attempt to copy any of the higher attributes of Mr. Wordsworth's poetry; but has succeeded perfectly in the imi. tation of his mawkish affectations of childish simplicity and nursery stammering. We hope it will make him ashamed of his Alice Fell, and the greater part of his last volume of which it is by no means a parody, but a very fair, and indeed we think a flattering, imitation."-Edinburg Revier.
Quite cross, a bit of string I beg,
And bang, with might and main,
And breaks a window-pane.
This made him cry with rage and spite:
A pretty thing, forsooth!
To draw his peg-top's tooth!
Aunt Hannah heard the window break, And cried, "O naughty Nancy Lake,
Thus to distress your aunt: No Drury Lane for you to-day !" And while papa said, “Pooh, she may?"
Mamma said, “No, she sha’n't!"
Well, after many a sad reproach,
And trotted down the street.
Their shoes were on their feet.
The chaise in which poor brother Bill
Stood in the lumber-room:
And brushed it with a broom.
My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes,
(I always talk to Sam :)
And leaves me where I am.
My father's walls are made of brick,
As these; and, goodness me!
As those that now I see.
What a large floor! 'tis like a town!
Won't hide it, I'll be bound;
They keep them on the ground.
At first I caught hold of the wing,
umbob, the prompter man,
Speak to 'em little Nan.
"You've only got to curtsy, whisp-
your chin up, laugh and lisp,
Then why not Nancy Lake ?”
But while I'm speaking, where 's papa ?
Where's Jack? O there they sit !
To join them in the pit.
And now, good gentlefolks, I go
So, bidding you adieu,
(Blows a kink, and exit. 1
[A BURLESQUE IMITATION OF COLERIDGE.—REJECTED ADDRESSES.)
JAMES SMITH My pensive Public, wherefore look you
Joy should be yours: this tenth day of October
Oh! 't was a goodly sound, to hear the people Who watched the work, express their various thoughts!