My father argued sair: my mither didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was at the sea; And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, Oh, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin. LADY ANNE Lindsay. A PLACE IN THY MEMORY. A PLACE in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest Another may woo thee nearer, Another may win and wear; As a sister remembers a brother, Oh, dearest! remember me. Could I be thy true lover, dearest, I would be the fondest and nearest But a cloud on my pathway is glooming, Remember me, then-oh, remember Though bleak as the blasts of November That life will, though lonely, be sweet, GERALD GRIFFIN. LOVE'S FAREWELL. SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,- Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows That we one jot of former love retain Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, --Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! MICHAEL DRAYTON. THE WANDERER. (Rondel.) LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling, The old, old Love that we knew of yore! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. He makes as though in our arms repelling, Ah, who shall help us from over-telling AUSTIN DOBSON. LOVE NOT. LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flow ers Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossom'd for a few short hours. Love not! Love not! the thing ye love may change! Love not! the thing you love may die— May perish from the gay and gladsome earth, |