[RONDEAU.] IFE lapses by for you and me; The ripple ceases from our sea. What would we not give, you and I, Alas! sweetheart, that cannot we : But though our young years buried lie, We in each other's eyes will see JOHN PAYNE. THE COQUETTE. [RONDEAU.] HIS pirate bold upon Love's sea Till all its treasure yielded be. Her craft, the Conquest, waits for thee Where her swift rapine none may see ;— Yet thou, if thou her power wouldst flee, And crave sweet shelter; she'll deride This pirate bold! SAMUEL WADDINGTON. CARPE DIEM. [RONDEAU.] DO-DAY, what is there in the air Nor crocuses to crown your hair, And hail you down my garden way. Last night the full moon's frozen stare To-day is here;-come, crown to-day With Spring's delight or Spring's despair! And my whole life shall bloom and bear To-day. THEOPHILE MARZIALS. m [RONDEAU REDOUBLÉ.] Y day and night are in my lady's hand; For me her favour glorifies the land; Her face is fairer than the hawthorn white, When all a-flower in May the hedgerows stand; Whilst she is kind, I know of no affright; My day and night are in my lady's hand. All heaven in her glorious eyes is spanned; Her smile is softer than the Summer night, Gladder than daybreak on the Faery strand; I have no other sunrise than her sight. Her silver speech is like the singing flight Of runnels rippling o'er the jewelled sand; Her kiss, a dream of delicate delight; For me, her favour glorifies the land. What if the Winter chase the Summer bland! The gold sun in her hair burns ever bright. If she be sad, straightway all joy is banned; Her anger darkens all the cheerful light. Come weal or woe, I am my lady's knight, And in her service every ill withstand; Love is my Lord in all the world's despite, And holdeth in the hollow of his hand My day and night. JOHN PAYNE. |