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Oh, for a draught from a cup of cold pizen
And oh, for a resting-place in the cold grave, With a bath in the Styx where the deep shadow lies on
And deepens the chill of its dark-running wave!
EQUALITY AT HOME.
“ ANTOINE,” said Mirabeau, returning gay
A new thrice-glorious era dawns for France !
THE SINGING LESSON.
She sang a few notes out of tune;
And she hid away from the moon.
She wrung her claws, poor thing!
But was far too proud to weep; She tucked her head under her wing,
And pretended to be asleep.
A lark arm in arm with a thrush,
Came sauntering up to the place; The nightingale felt herself blush,
Though feathers hid her face. She knew they had heard her song,
She felt them snicker and sneer; She thought this life was too long,
And wished she could skip a year. “Oh, Nightingale,” cooed a dove –
“Oh, Nightingale, what's the use ? You bird of beauty and love,
Why behave like a goose ?
Like common, contemptible fowl; You bird of joy and delight,
Why behave like an owl ?
“ Only think of all you have done,
Only think of all you can do ; A false note is really fun
From such a bird as you.
Open your musical beak;
You need only to speak.”
The nightingale shyly took
Her head from under her wing,
Straightway began to sing.
The night was divinely calm,
To hear that wonderful psalm.
The nightingale did not care;
She only sang to the skies;
And there she fixed her eyes.
She knew but little about;
If you'll try to find it out.
BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA.
ANDREW LANG. THERE's a joy without canker or cark;
There's a pleasure eternally new: 'Tis to gloat on the glaze and the mark
Of china that's ancient and blue;
Unchipped all the centuries through It has passed since the chime of it rang,
And they fashioned it, figure and hue, In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
These dragons (their tails, you remark,
Into bunches of gillyflower grew) — When Noah came out of the ark,
Did these lie in wait for his crew ?
They snorted, they snapped, and they slew, They were mighty of fin and of fang,
And their portraits Celestials drew In the reign of the Emperor Hwang. Here's a pot, with a cot in a park,
In a park where the peach-blossoms blew, Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
And died, and were changed into two
Bright birds, that eternally flew Through the boughs of the May, as they sang;
'Tis a tale was undoubtedly true In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
Kind critic, your tongue has no fang;
In the days of the Emperor Hwang.
PADDY BLAKE'S ECHO.
There's an echo, or so,
You'll think, in a stave,
That I mane to desave,
But visible thrue
In that hill forninst you There's an echo as plain and as safe as the Bank, too';
. But civilly spake
“How d’ye do, Paddy Blake?” The echo politely says, “ Very well, thank you!”
One day Teddy Keogh
With Kate Conner did go
But the echo, they say,
Was conthrairy that day, Or perhaps Paddy Blake had gone out for a walk, sir;
So Ted says to Kate,
“ 'Tis too hard to be bate . By that deaf and dumb baste of an echo, so lazy,
But if we both shout
At each other, no doubt,
“Now, Kitty,” says Teddy,
“ To answer be ready.” “Oh, very well, thank you!” cried out Kitty then, sir;
“ Would you like to wed,
Kitty darlin'?” says Ted.
“D'ye like me?” says Teddy;