Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-11-19

Gro DAFFoDtLs.
Why do ye weep, sweet babesl Can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
Just as the modest morn
Teemed her refreshing dewl
Alas you have not known that shower
That mars flower;
Nor felt the unkind
Breath Of blasting wind
Nor are ye worn with years;
Or warped, as we
Who think it strange to see
Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young
To speak by tears before ye have a tongue,
Speak, whimpering younglings and make
| knownS
The reason why
Ye dIoop and weep.
Is it for want of sleep.
Or childish lullaby?
Or, that ye have not seen as yet
The violet?
Or brought kiss
From that sweetheart to this
No, no; this sorrow, shown
By your tears shed,
Would have this lecture read
That things OF greatest, SO ofmeanest worth
Conceived with grief are, and with tears
brought forth"
How exquisite! Well may you exclaim
thus, for we have seen the tears rise 10 the
eyes gilmore than one gentle .hearted maid,
on reading that poem. There, shut the
book. Nay that touch of liveliness
may be mingled with your recollcctions of
Herrick, let us first recite this pretty lit
tie catalogue on Kiss" You see il is
in verse, and that there are two speakers
--one we will Charles, and let the other
be Julia, sweetest name 10 mortal ears
Remember too, there is chorus at the
end of each verse, in which both voices
join. Now let US reciie in turn. Do you
begin:
Q.) Has it speaking virtuel (C) Yes!
~ How speaks it, sayl (C.) Do you but this,
Part your joined lips, then speaks the
And this loves sweetest language is.
GCHoRUs.
J. Has it body3 c. Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encoorings;
And as it flies it gently sings,
Love honey yields, but never stings.
"aa 1CHoRUs.
A very pretty conceit--by'r lady! And
all the pretiier when practised thus in
concert. 1t is deal peasanier, we find,
to have one to sympathize thus with you
over poetry, than TO recite it surlily to
yourself, without the advantage Of drama
tic representation-ahem!
Here is another volume. Turn for De
to page 81, and you will find there pc.
EN- Of exquisite tenderness " To Aihea in
Prison." 1t is by Lovelace. You may
read that poem again and again, and every
time discover some new beauty. Listen
When Love with unconfned wings,
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
TO whisper at the CRATES
When | lie tangled in her hair,
And feitered 10 her eye,
The birds, thai wanton in The air,
Knoo no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allayng Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
II Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When heaths and draughts go free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.
When, like committed linnets,
With shriller note shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories Of my king;
When shall voice aloud how good
is, how great should be-
Enlarged winds that curl the food,
Know no such liberty.
Stone pals do moi prison make
Nor iron bars cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for hermitage.
II Thape freedom in my lore,
And in my soul am free
Angels alone that soar above, /;
Enjoy such liberty
We have gone back 70 the reign of
Henry VIII for one poem, let US now take
a step or two beyond that Of Eizaberh-- I
for by the El,zabeihan sge we would not |
be understood TO confne ourselves rigidiy !
70 the Lifetime Of that queen. Here Is I
Ben Jonson-"rare old eni"--we will I