John Thompson's Daughter "We've fled before her father's spite And should he find us here to-night, "They've missed the girl and purse beside, Out spoke the boatman then in time, "And by my word, the bonny bird By this the wind more fiercely rose, And with the drenching rain their clothes But still, as wilder rose the wind, "Oh, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "It's anything but funny; I'll leave the light of loving eyes, But not my father's money!" And still they hurried in the face John Thompson reached the landing place- 495 For by the lightning's angry flash, One lovely hand held all the cash, "Come back, come back!" he cried in woe, "But leave the purse, and you may go, 'Twas vain; they reached the other shore Phœbe Cary. A PORTRAIT He is to weet a melancholy carle: Ne cared he for wine, or half and half; Ne cared he for fish, or flesh, or fowl; And sauces held he worthless as the chaff; Annabel Lee The slang of cities in no wise he knew, For curled Jewesses, with ankles neat, 497 Who, as they walk abroad, make tinkling with their feet. That I used to prance around and beau The beautiful Annabel Lee. There were other girls in the neighborhood And this was the reason that long ago, My love fell out of a tree, And busted herself on a cruel rock; A solemn sight to see, For it spoiled the hat and gown and looks We loved with a love that was lovely love, And we went one day to gather the nuts And I stayed below in the rosy glow And the pallid moon and the hectic noon Of the desolate and desperate fate And I often think as I sink on the brink For had she stayed below with me, We'd had no hickory nuts maybe, But I should have had my Annabel Lee. Stanley Huntley. HOME SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS Being suggestions of the various styles in which an old theme might have been treated by certain metrical composers. FANTASIA I The original theme as John Howard Payne wrote it: 'MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow it there, Which, seek through the world, is not met with elsewhere. Home, home! Sweet, Sweet Home! There's no place like Home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain! Give me them! and the peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home! Sweet, Sweet Home! Home Sweet Home with Variations 499 II (As Algernon Charles Swinburne might have wrapped it up in variations.) ('Mid pleasures and palaces-) As sea-foam blown of the winds, as blossom of brine that is drifted Hither and yon on the barren breast of the breeze, Though we wander on gusts of a god's breath, shaken and shifted, The salt of us stings and is sore for the sobbing seas. For home's sake hungry at heart, we sicken in pillared porches Of bliss made sick for a life that is barren of bliss, For the place whereon is a light out of heaven that sears not nor scorches, Nor elsewhere than this. (An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain-) For here we know shall no gold thing glisten, No bright thing burn, and no sweet thing shine; To words that work in the heart like wine. (Variation: An exile from home-) Whether with him whose head Of gods is honored, With song made splendent in the sight of men- From ravishing France cast out, Being firstly hers, was hers most wholly then- The dove's wings draw the drooping Erycine. |