The Poetic Negligée, by Caleb

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE LOVE-LETTER. TO GEOBG1ANA. For if you'll fly from love's connubial rights, Ti one as charming as yourself invites, None of our Bex can ever bless your bed? Ne'er think of wooing, for you ne'er can wed. O let me breathe one vow upon that lip, beside whose hue The morning rose would sicken and grow pale. Esperer anpres d'elle vant mienx que joner avec tout autre.' Lady, if thou wilt be mine Take, O take this slender ring? Be it love, the golden shrine Of our sweetest worshipping-. At the dim and vesper hour When the sunny light has died, Lady, seek the silent bower, Love has curtain'd for my bride. On thy crimson lips of bliss Murmuring accents shall repose, Fond and glowing as the kiss Burning Phoebus gives the rose. As a white and beauteous dove Fly to me all pure and fair Like the lily-queen, my love, Save the blush thou needs must wear. Tis enough?wild rapture's dream Greets me as already thine? Come ye then, at twilight gleam, Lady, if thou wilt be mine. ...; '' . . .1; THE BRIDEGROOM'S LAMENT. Aye, marry 'tU a tale Of old tradition, full of wonderment And snch sweet sorrows as make crystal beads Hang from young maiden's eyes. She died in all her summer glory, Broken-hearted and nnenjoyed. O My bed it is a tyrant, And it will not let me sleep, And my pillow seems to whisper ? Hassan, lie awake and weep. For the couch that should delight me With the bride-bliss of my mate, Has no love-spell thrown around it, But is lone and desolate. O my faithful heart is bleeding, And I hope it soon will break, That lovers true may ever know i died for my love's sake. My troth-plight droop'd and faded Ere she yet was well a bride, And it false would be if Hassan liv...