ROSE-LEAVES.

(Triolets.)

A KISS.

Rose kissed me to-day,

Will she kiss me to-morrow?

Let it be as it may,

Rose kissed me to-day.

But the pleasure gives way

To a savour of sorrow ;

Rose kissed me to-day,—

Will she kiss me to-morrow?

CIRCE.

In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar:O, they fish with all nets, In the School of Coquettes ! When her brooch she forgets,

'Tis to show her new collar; In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar !

A GREEK GIFT.

Here's a present for Rose,

How pleased she is looking!

Is it verse? Is it prose?
Here's a present for Rose !
"Plats," "Entrees" and " Rôts,"

Why, its "Gouffé on Cooking!"

Here's a present for Rose,

How pleased she is looking!

Oh, Love's but a dance,

Where Time plays the fiddle!

See the couples advance,

Oh! Love's but a dance!

A whisper, a glance,

'Shall we twirl down the middle?'

Oh, Love's but a dance,

Where Time plays the fiddle!

AUSTIN DOBSON

TRIOLET, AFTER CATULLUS.

"Jucundum, mea vita."

Happy, my Life, the love you proffer,
Eternal as the gods above;

With such a wealth within my coffer,
Happy my life. The love you proffer,—
If your true heart sustains the offer,-

Will prove the Koh-i-noor of love;
Happy my life! The love you proffer,
Eternal as the gods above!

EDMUND GOSSE.

Easy is the Triolet,

If you really learn to make it! Once a neat refrain you get,

Easy is the Triolet.

As you see !-I pay my debt

With another rhyme. Deuce take it,

Easy is the Triolet,

If you really learn to make it!

W. E. HENLEY.

"Lucille "

Out from the leaves of my

Falls a faded violet.

Sweet and faint as its fragrance, steal
Out from the leaves of my "Lucille "
Tender memories, and I feel

A sense of longing and regret.
Out from the leaves of my

Falls a faded violet.

"Lucille "

WALTER LEARNED.

TRIOLETS.

In the days of my youth

I wooed woman with sonnets.

My ideas were uncouth

In the days of my youth.
Now I know that her ruth

Is best reached by new bonnets;

In the days of my youth

I wooed woman with sonnets.

Here's a flower for your grave,
Little love of last year;
Since I once was your slave,
Here's a flower for your grave;
Since I once used to rave

In the praise of my dear,
Here's a flower for your grave,
Little love of last year.

Lo, my heart, so sound asleep,
Lady will you wake it?
For lost love I used to weep,
Now my heart is sound asleep,
If it once were yours to keep,
I fear you'd break it.

Lo! my heart, so sound asleep,
Lady, will you wake it?

JUSTIN HUNTLY MCCARTHY.

TO AN AUTUMN LEAF.

Wee shallop of shimmering gold!

Slip down from your ways in the branches. Some fairy will loosen your hold—

Wee shallop of shimmering gold

Spill dew on your bows and unfold

Silk sails for the fairest of launches!

Wee shallop of shimmering gold,

Slip down from your ways in the branches.

A KISS.

You ask me what's a kiss?

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'Tis Cupid's keenest arrow !
A thing to take a miss"
(You ask me what's a kiss?)
The brink of an abyss !
A lover's pathway, narrow.
You ask me what's a kiss?
'Tis Cupid's keenest arrow!

C. H. LUDERS