Southern telegraph., 1837-04-18

From the Louisville CITY Gazette.
RHYMES,

RHYMES,
TOA LADY OK RECEIVING A GLOVE PROM HER.
Fair lady on that festive night,
When with the gay throng thou wastdancing,
And mapy glorious eye Of light,
It's love-lit rays around was glanoing-
mark'd thy lovely form--thy face
With all Of woman's beauty beaming;
saw thee move with matchless grace,
Like fairy nymph fpoet's dreaming,
I long'd from thy fair hand to gain
Some fond memorial, some loyd token,
To chersih--it may be, in pain.
With heart-made vows untold unbroken;
For oh, know that when afar
From those bright scenes thou vast adorning,
To me thou would'st be as the star
That lights the night and gems the morning.
That star-the brightest one above,
gaze on ever when 'tis cleaning;
Its name doth symbol beanty-love-
And types thee to my fancy's seeming:
Ilove that start love each one
That beams, jewel in the skies,
For when its light Hook upon,
think I'm gazing in thine eyes.
"The window Of thy souls thine eye"
Through which thy light of mind is beaming
Stars are the windows oftbe sky,
Thro' which the soul Of heaven is streaming;
And thus in my philosophy,
When at the rays of eiher, gazing;
The all ofheaven that shines for me,
Is only in thy bright eye blazing.
But lady, pardon me pray
This meteoric fancy-1ying;
I'm wand'ring in the ''milky way"
When other paths should be trying.
I've nothing now to do with love,
Or any Of its wild romancing;
Tor should write about the glore
You gave to me that night when dancing.
You know you dropt il on the floor,
And from the throng | slept and rais'd it;
turn'l its tiny fingers o'er,
Looked at, admired, and greatly prais'd it,;
You give it me. Now lady-fair,
Say, is't gage Of like and scorning.
And must /, it in feaity wear,
Or hold it for some rival's warning!
In the stern iron times Of old,
Rcnown'd for chivalry in story,
When knight in armour, proud AMI bold,
Went forth to war for loyeand glory;
When beanty's queen the laurel we've,
Which soon the conqu'ror's brow was wearing
And the fair hand of''ladye-love''
Was ra'ly won by deeds ofdaring;
o then il maiden threw the gage,
A thousand lancos quick were glancing,
A thousand champions, war to wage,
Were soon their fiery war-steeds prancing;
And loudly the shrill triumph breath'd forth
"'ro arms" all reckless knights dcfyiug,
Who tlar'd deny that maiden's worth,
Or speak her lOveliness decrying.
Bat lady fair, those days have pass'd,
And chivalry is out ofiashion;
And knights no more Che gauntlet cast,
To prove the ardour of their passion;
Our lance is now grey goose-qun,
Or at the worst pen "Perrian,"
AndinS's1he only blood we spill,
And MI the armour that we try on,
| Is not by smith, but tailor made,
And FURNISHED by wooden draper;
And all our tonrRey-ists are laid
Within the bounds of writing paper;
And ladies. cease to throw the glove
For hampion-beaux to run a fitting,
Where those who win will gain their love,
And those who lose will get jittag.
sothon in tins quill-driring ngc,
i So dif'rent from those olden times,
can't make war about thy gage,
And therefore send to thee, these rhymes;
They may pcrchance some word recall,
Some thought that was not idly spoken,
And wal1enmemories ofan
The feelings Of former token;
ofthings that though forgot by thee,
From out my mind can wander never;
For now they are part OF me,
And in my heart must dwell forever.
III keep thy gift whore e'er rove,
II was my pridc--my to Joy to win Il;
But when thou next giy'stme gioee
Olady let thy hand be in it. LET.
THE WATCH GUARD.
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