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The Home Book of Verse Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Home Book of Verse novel. A total of 413 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS
The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS OF YOUTH AND AGE
THE HUMAN SEASONS
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his l.u.s.ty Spring, when fancy clear
- 213 My first love was a fair girl With ways forever new; And hair a sunlight yellow, And eyes a morning blue.The roses, have they tarried Or are they dun and frayed?If we had stayed together, Would love, indeed, have stayed?Ah, years are filled with learning,
- 212 "GO, FORGET ME"Go, forget me! Why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling?Go, forget me,--and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing.Smile--though I shall not be near thee.Sing--though I shall never hear thee. May thy soul with pleas
- 211 Walter Scott [1771-1832]"LOUDOUN'S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES""Loudoun's bonnie woods and braes, I maun lea' them a', la.s.sie; Wha can thole when Britain's faes Wad gi'e Britons law, la.s.sie?Wha wad shun the fiel
- 210 "AE FOND KISS"Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of Hope she leaves him
- 209 Allan Ramsay [1686-1758]WILLIE AND HELEN "Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love, Unless it be to pain us?Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?""It's no because my love is light, Nor for your a
- 208 When any mournful tune you hear, That dies in every note As if it sighed with each man's care For being so remote, Think then how often love we've made To you, when all those tunes were played-- With a fa, la, la, la, la.In justice you cannot re
- 207 TO THE ROSE: A SONG Go, happy Rose, and, interwove With other flowers, bind my love.Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft fettered me.Say, if she's fretful, I have bands Of pearl and gold to bind her hands; Tell her,
- 206 THE LAST MEMORY When I am old, and think of the old days, And warm my hands before a little blaze, Having forgotten love, hope, fear, desire, I shall see, smiling out of the pale fire, One face, mysterious and exquisite; And I shall gaze, and ponder over
- 205 Irene Rutherford McLeod [1891- LOVE AND LIFE "Give me a fillet, Love," quoth I, "To bind my Sweeting's heart to me, So ne'er a chance of earth or sky Shall part us ruthlessly: A fillet, Love, but not to chafe My Sweeting's so
- 204 AN OLD TUNE After Gerard De Nerval There is an air for which I would disown Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies,-- A sweet sad air that languishes and sighs, And keeps its secret charm for me alone.Whene'er I hear that music vague an
- 203 Out I came from the dancing-place, The night-wind met me face to face,-- A wind off the harbor, cold and keen, "I know," it whistled, "where thou hast been."A faint voice fell from the stars above-- "Thou? whom we lighted to shrin
- 202 He came to call me back from death To the bright world above.I hear him yet with trembling breath Low calling, "O sweet love!Come back! The earth is just as fair; The flowers, the open skies are there; Come back to life and love!"Oh! all my hear
- 201 "But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words."But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold, And his mother, vain of her rank and gold.So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone.
- 200 THE SONG OF THE BOWER From "The House of Life"Say, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower, Thou whom I long for, who longest for me?Oh! be it light, be it night, 'tis Love's hour, Love's that is fettered as Love's that is free.Fr
- 199 AFTER A little time for laughter, A little time to sing, A little time to kiss and cling, And no more kissing after.A little while for scheming Love's unperfected schemes; A little time for golden dreams, Then no more any dreaming.A little while
- 198 THE NYMPH'S SONG TO HYLAS From "The Life and Death of Jason"I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.And though within it no
- 197 Well! there in our front-row box we sat, Together, my bride-betrothed and I; My gaze was fixed on my opera-hat, And hers on the stage hard by.And both were silent, and both were sad.Like a queen she leaned on her full white arm, With that regal, indolent
- 196 This May--what magic weather!Where is the loved one's face?In a dream that loved one's face meets mine, But the house is narrow, the place is bleak Where, outside, rain and wind combine With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak, With a hostile ey
- 195 I earned no more by a warble Than you by a sketch in plaster; You wanted a piece of marble, I needed a music-master.We studied hard in our styles, Chipped each at a crust like Hindoos, For air, looked out on the tiles, For fun, watched each other's w
- 194 What so wild as words are?I and thou In debate, as birds are, Hawk on bough!See the creature stalking While we speak!Hush and hide the talking, Cheek on cheek!What so false as truth is, False to thee? Where the serpent's tooth is Shun the tree-- Wher
- 193 Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton [1808-1877]"A PLACE IN THY MEMORY"A place in thy memory, Dearest!Is all that I claim: To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.Another may woo thee, nearer; Another may win and wear: I care no
- 192 Aubrey Thomas De Vere [1814-1902]THE QUESTION I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring; And gentle odors led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under
- 191 "THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES"The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is don
- 190 Most of the gray-green meadow land Was sold in parsimonious lots; The dingy houses stand Pressed by some stout contractor's hand Tightly together in their plots.Through builded banks the sullen river Gropes, where its houses crouch and s.h.i.+ver.Ove
- 189 WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where the cl.u.s.tered palm-trees are, At the last of the thirty palace-gates, The flower of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom, Orders a fe
- 188 FOUR WINDS "Four winds blowing through the sky, You have seen poor maidens die, Tell me then what I shall do That my lover may be true."Said the wind from out the south, "Lay no kiss upon his mouth,"And the wind from out the west, &quo
- 187 I regret little, I would change still less.Since there my past life lies, why alter it?The very wrong to Francis!--it is true I took his coin, was tempted and complied, And built this house and sinned, and all is said.My father and my mother died of want.
- 186 Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin,-- Wait till you come to Forty Year.Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, Billing and cooing is all your
- 185 How quick we credit every oath, And hear her plight the willing troth!Fondly we hope 'twill last for aye, When, lo! she changes in a day.This record will forever stand, "Woman, thy vows are traced in sand."George Gordon Byron [1788-1824]LOV
- 184 The turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all await!Again her drooping plume is drest, Again she's willing to be blest And takes her lover to her nest.If nature has decreed i
- 183 I lately vowed, but 'twas in haste, That I no more would court The joys which seem when they are past As dull as they are short.I oft to hate my mistress swear, But soon my weakness find: I make my oaths when she's severe, But break them when sh
- 182 Tresses, that wear Jewels but to declare How much themselves more precious are: Whose native ray Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play.Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear.A well-tamed He
- 181 VALERIUS ON WOMEN She that denies me I would have; Who craves me I despise: Venus hath power to rule mine heart, But not to please mine eyes.Temptations offered I still scorn; Denied, I cling them still; I'll neither glut mine appet.i.te, Nor seek to
- 180 She that bears a n.o.ble mind, If not outward helps she find, Thinks what with them he would do That without them dares her woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be?Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair;
- 179 TO AN INCONSTANT I loved thee once; I'll love no more,-- Thine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?He that can love unloved again, Hath better store of love than brain: G.o.d send me love
- 178 These gray hairs are by chance, you see-- Boys are sometimes gray, I am told: Rose came by with a smile for me, Just as I thought I was getting old.Walter Learned [1847-1915]THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS "Love your neighbor as yourself,"-- So the
- 177 I'd forget ye now this minute, If I only had a notion O' the way I should begin it; But first an' last it isn't known The heap o' throuble's in it.Meself began the night ye went An' hasn't done it yet; I'm near
- 176 THE WHITE FLAG I sent my love two roses,--one As white as driven snow, And one a blus.h.i.+ng royal red, A flaming Jacqueminot.I meant to touch and test my fate; That night I should divine, The moment I should see my love, If her true heart were mine.For
- 175 Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover; And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her.The Minster bell tolls out Above the city's rout, And noise and humming; They've hushed the Minster bell: The o
- 174 CANDOR October--A Wood I know what you're going to say," she said, And she stood up, looking uncommonly tall: "You are going to speak of the hectic fall, And say you're sorry the summer's dead, And no other summer was like it, you
- 173 Though saddle an' munt again, harness an' dunt again, I'll ne'er when I hunt again strike higher game.""Is this young Wat Scott? an' wad ye rax his craig, When our daughter is fey for a man?Gae, gaur the loun marry our m
- 172 As she sat in the low-backed car, The man at the turnpike bar Never asked for the toll, But just rubbed his ould poll, And looked after the low-backed car.In battle's wild commotion, The proud and mighty Mars, With hostile scythes, demands his t.i.th
- 171 You'll say and unsay, and you'll flatter, 'tis true!Then to leave a young maiden's the first thing you do.O judge not so harshly, the shepherd replied, To prove what I say, I will make you my bride.To-morrow the parson--(well-said, lit
- 170 TO CHLOE JEALOUS Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face!Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled: Prithee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says), Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.How canst thou presume thou has
- 169 TWICKENHAM FERRY "Ahoy! and O-ho! and it's who's for the ferry?"(The briar's in bud and the sun going down) "And I'll row ye so quick and I'll row ye so steady, And 'tis but a penny to Twickenham Town."The
- 168 KITTY NEIL "Ah, sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel, Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning; Come trip down with me to the sycamore-tree, Half the parish is there, and the dance is beginning.The sun is gone down, but the full harvest
- 167 "BEHAVE YOURSEL' BEFORE FOLK"Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk, And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk.It wadna gi'e me meikle pain, Gin we were seen and heard by nane, To tak' a k
- 166 Out spake the bride's mither: "What deil needs a' this pride?I had nae a plack in my pouch That night I was a bride; My gown was linsey woolsey, And ne'er a sark ava; And ye ha'e ribbons and buskins, Mair than ane or twa."Out
- 165 GROWING OLD Sweet sixteen is shy and cold, Calls me "sir," and thinks me old; Hears in an embarra.s.sed way All the compliments I pay; Finds my homage quite a bore, Will not smile on me, and more To her taste she finds the noise And the chat of
- 164 An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin' away like murder."You want to see my Pa, I s'pose?""Wal... no... I come dasignin""To see my Ma? She&
- 163 Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892]"WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW"I know a girl with teeth of pearl, And shoulders white as snow; She lives,--ah well, I must not tell,-- Wouldn't you like to know?Her sunny hair is wondrous fair, And wavy in its fl
- 162 "THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING"The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorned the lore she brought me,-- My on
- 161 Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gays For now my song is ended.Unknown "I ASKED MY FAIR, ONE HAPPY DAY"After Lessing I asked
- 160 PIOUS SELINDA Pious Selinda goes to prayers, If I but ask her favor; And yet the silly fool's in tears If she believes I'll leave her; Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her: Would she could make of me a saint, Or I
- 159 PHILLIDA AND CORIDON In the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood-side When as May was in his pride: There I spied all alone Phillida and Coridon.Much ado there was, G.o.d wot!He would love and she would not.She said, N
- 158 SERENADE The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark Aegean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley waits for thee.Come down! the purple sail is spread, The watchman sleeps within the town; O leave thy lily-flowered bed, O Lady mine, com
- 157 From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.The slender acacia would not shake One long
- 156 Apollo's winged bugleman Cannot contain, But peals his loud trumpet-call Once and again!Then wake thee, my lady-love-- Bird of my bower!The sweetest and sleepiest Bird at this hour!George Darley [1795-1846]SERENADE Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how
- 155 "THE YOUNG MAY MOON"The young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love; How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!Then awake!--the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis
- 154 MATIN-SONG From "The Rape of Lucrece"Pack, clouds, away, and welcome, day, With night we banish sorrow.Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow!Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borr
- 153 PHILLIS AND CORYDON Phillis took a red rose from the tangles of her hair,-- Time, the Golden Age; the place, Arcadia, anywhere,-- Phillis laughed, the saucy jade: "Sir Shepherd, wilt have this, Or"--Bashful G.o.d of skipping lambs and oaten reed
- 152 Theodore Watts-Dunton [1836-1914]TO MY LOVE Kiss me softly and speak to me low; Malice has ever a vigilant ear; What if Malice were lurking near?Kiss me, dear!Kiss me softly and speak to me low. Kiss me softly and speak to me low; Envy, too, has a watchfu
- 151 Little heed I what they say, I have seen as red as they.Ere she smiled on other men, Real rubies were they then.When she kissed me once in play, Rubies were less bright than they, And less bright than those which shone In the palace of the Sun.Will they b
- 150 Ben Jonson [1573?-1637]"TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY"Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.Hid
- 149 When, "Hark!" you said,--"Was that a bell Or a bubbling spring we heard?" But I was wise and closed my eyes And listened to a bird; For as summer leaves are bent and shake With singers pa.s.sing through, So moves in me continually The
- 148 THE LAST WORD When I have folded up this tent And laid the soiled thing by, I shall go forth 'neath different stars, Under an unknown sky.And yet whatever house I find Beneath the gra.s.s or snow Will ne'er be tenantless of love Or lack the face
- 147 But all my life shall reach its hands Of lofty longing toward thy face, And be as one who, speechless, stands In rapture at some perfect grace!My love, my hope, my all shall be To look to heaven and look to thee!Thy eyes shall be the heavenly lights, Thy
- 146 George Edward Woodberry [1855-1930]THE CYCLAMEN Over the plains where Persian hosts Laid down their lives for glory Flutter the cyclamens, like ghosts That witness to their story.Oh, fair! Oh, white! Oh, pure as snow!On countless graves how sweet they gro
- 145 Ethel M. Hewitt [18-- "BECAUSE OF YOU"Sweet have I known the blossoms of the morning Tenderly tinted to their hearts of dew: But now my flowers have found a fuller fragrance, Because of you.Long have I wors.h.i.+ped in my soul's enshrining
- 144 Lizette Woodworth Reese [1856-1935]AMANTIUM IRAE When this, our rose, is faded, And these, our days, are done, In lands profoundly shaded From tempest and from sun: Ah, once more come together, Shall we forgive the past, And safe from worldly weather Poss
- 143 Yes, I will come when this wealth is over Of softened color and perfect tone-- The lilac's better than fields of clover; I'll come when blossoming May has flown.When dust and dirt of a trampled city Have dragged the yellow laburnum down, I'
- 142 NANNY Oh, for an hour when the day is breaking, Down by the sh.o.r.e where the tide is making, Fair as white cloud, thou, love, near me, None but the waves and thyself to hear me!Oh, to my breast how these arms would press thee!Wildly my heart in its joy
- 141 KATE TEMPLE'S SONG Only a touch, and nothing more; Ah! but never so touched before!Touch of lip, was it? Touch of hand?Either is easy to understand.Earth may be smitten with fire or frost-- Never the touch of true love lost. Only a word, was it? Scar
- 140 Forth, ballad, and take roses in both arms, Even till the top rose touch thee in the throat Where the least thornp.r.i.c.k harms; And girdled in thy golden singing-coat, Come thou before my lady and say this: Borgia, thy gold hair's color burns in me
- 139 Thomas...o...b..rne Davis [1814-1845]URANIA She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh, While we for hopeless pa.s.sion die; Yet she could love, those eyes declare, Were but men n.o.bler than they are.Eagerly once her gracious ken Was turned upon the sons o
- 138 Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892]RONSARD TO HIS MISTRESS "Quand vous serez bien vieille, le soir a la chandelle a.s.sise aupres du feu devisant et filant, Direz, chantant mes vers en vous esmerveillant, Ronsard m'a celebre du temps que j'etois be
- 137 ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS?We see them not--we cannot hear The music of their wing-- Yet know we that they sojourn near, The Angels of the spring!They glide along this lovely ground When the first violet grows; Their graceful hands have just unb
- 136 THE SECRET LOVE You and I have found the secret way, None can bar our love or say us nay: All the world may stare and never know You and I are twined together so.You and I for all his vaunted width Know the giant s.p.a.ce is but a myth; Over miles and mil
- 135 Yet let me keep the book: Oft shall my heart renew, When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you.Like you, 'tis fair and bright; Like you, too bright and fair To let wild pa.s.sion write One wrong wish there.Haply, when from those eyes Far, far aw
- 134 If gay attire delight thine eye I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night, And squire thee all the day.If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, These sounds I'll strive to catch; Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysel'
- 133 For all these arts, I'd not believe (No! though he should be thine!), The mighty Amorist could give So rich a heart as mine!Fortune and beauty thou might'st find, And greater men than I; But my true resolved mind They never shall come nigh.For I
- 132 SONG Come, Celia, let's agree at last To love and live in quiet; Let's tie the knot so very fast That time shall ne'er untie it.Love's dearest joys they never prove, Who free from quarrels live; 'Tis sure a G.o.d like part of love
- 131 Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Thine cease to s.h.i.+ne, when mine to burn.Then, proud Celinda, hope no more To be implored or wooed, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore Thy wealth my love bestowed: And thy despised disdain too late shal
- 130 Or how can that Elysium be Where I my mistress still must see Circled in other's arms?For there the judges all are just, And Sophonisba must Be his whom she held dear, Not his who loved her here.The sweet Philoclea, since she died, Lies by her Pirocl
- 129 Sing round about her rosy bed That waking she may wonder: Say to her, 'tis her lover true That sendeth love to you, to you!And when you hear her kind reply, Return with pleasant warblings.Thomas Heywood [?--1650?]"HOW CAN THE HEART FORGET HER&qu
- 128 For shame or pity now incline To play a loving part; Either to send me kindly thine, Or give me back my heart.Covet not both; but if thou dost Resolve to part with neither, Why, yet to show that thou art just, Take me and mine together!Robert Herrick [159
- 127 "KIND ARE HER ANSWERS"Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers From their own music when they stray.All her free favors And smooth words wing my hopes in vain.O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign?Can t
- 126 By me thou art prevented: 'Tis nothing to be plagued in h.e.l.l, But thus in Heaven tormented.Clip me no more in those dear arms, Nor thy life's comfort call me, O these are but too powerful charms, And do but more enthral me!But see how patient
- 125 "FORGET NOT YET"The Lover Beseecheth His Mistress Not To Forget His Steadfast Faith And True Intent Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant: My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet!Forget not yet when first began
- 124 SONGS ASCENDING Love has been sung a thousand ways-- So let it be; The songs ascending in your praise Through all my days Are three.Your cloud-white body first I sing; Your love was heaven's blue, And I, a bird, flew carolling In ring on ring Of you.
- 123 My wonderment these twain invite, Their comeliness it is divine; And yet I say in their despite, No lady is so fair as mine.Dame Helen caused a grievous fray, For love of her brave men did fight, The eyes of her made sages fey And put their hearts in woef
- 122 "WHEN FIRST I SAW HER"When first I saw her, at the stroke The heart of nature in me spoke; The very landscape smiled more sweet, Lit by her eyes, pressed by her feet; She made the stars of heaven more bright By sleeping under them at night; And
- 121 "MEET WE NO ANGELS, PANSIE?"Came, on a Sabbath morn, my sweet, In white, to find her lover; The gra.s.s grew proud beneath her feet, The green elm-leaves above her:-- Meet we no angels, Pansie?She said, "We meet no angels now"; And sof
- 120 In flying or pursuing, Subtle wiles are in her smiles To set the world a-wooing.She is steadfast as a star, And yet the maddest maiden: She can wage a gallant war, And give the peace of Eden.George Meredith [1828-1909]PRAISE OF MY LADY My lady seems of iv
- 119 Tell the gra.s.sy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.Stepping down the hill with her fair companions, Arm in arm, all against the raying West, Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches; Brav
- 118 Still! I will hear you no more, For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow gra.s.s, and adore, Not her, who is neither courtly nor kind, Not her, not her, but a voice.Alfred Tennyson [1809
- 117 But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.Hartley Coleridge [1796-1849]SONG A violet in her lovely hair, A ro
- 116 JESSIE, THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, While lanely I stray, in the calm simmer gloamin', To muse on sweet Jessie, the Flower o' Dunblane.Ho
- 115 SONG Who has robbed the ocean cave, To tinge thy lips with coral hue?Who from India's distant wave For thee those pearly treasures drew?Who from yonder orient sky Stole the morning of thine eye?A thousand charms, thy form to deck, From sea, and earth
- 114 SONG From "Acis and Galatea"O ruddier than the cherry!O sweeter than the berry!O nymph more bright Than moons.h.i.+ne night, Like kidlings blithe and merry!Ripe as the melting l.u.s.ter; Yet hard to tame As raging flame, And fierce as storms tha