100 A FLIGHT OF FANCY. A FLIGHT OF FANCY. BY PARK BENJAMIN. SWEET Fancy, golden-pinioned bird, The plumage of his glistening breast. Sometimes in gem-hung caves delaying, And then through spicy forests straying, He wandered 'mid those blessed isles That dimple Ocean's cheek with smiles; He dallied with the merry wave, And, diving through the glassy water, Brought, in his beak, from its shell-cave, A pearl, Circassia's loveliest daughter, Then tired of sport like this, he flew Along the deep in beauty sleeping, 'To that sweet clime, whose sky of blue Is, with its chastened splendors, steeping A land, whose river's rosy tide Is blushing like a virgin bride, Whose mountains high and emerald vales A FLIGHT OF FANCY. He saw their ancient glory shine. Where once he dearly loved to dwell, Where Memory, with magic spell, Where next did gold-plumed Fancy roam? He shot the star-gleam from his own, This happened years ago-but now, Each pretty maiden, when she hears Of locks that cluster round a brow, 101 102 THE DILEMMA. Which, like the stainless snow appears; Of cheeks whose mingled red and white Are like red roses crushed on pearl; Of eyes whose clear and mellow light Gleams like a star's where clouds unfurl;Looks archly up and answers you, "That on the very homeliest face Can Fancy shed his beauteous hue, And in a tame expression trace A smile as soft as heaven's own blue THE DILEMMA. BY O. W. HOLMES. Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, Before my morning star grew dark; THE DILEMMA. I had a vision in my dreams I saw a row of twenty beams; From every beam a rope was hung, I asked a matron, which she deemed I might have liked her judgment well, I asked a maiden; back she flung I felt as if my hair would blaze; She liked all eyes but eyes of green; She looked at me; what could she mean? Ah! many lids Love lurks between, 103 104 A LOVE LETTER. The victim falls, but knows not why. Well both might make a martyr break wwwww A LOVE LETTER. BY J. G. W. O, COME to me this very eve, for I am all alone, A weeping by my writing desk, and Pa and Ma have gone They say that you are going off-that Pa has used you ill But if he has, depend upon 't, his daughter never will! We had that ugly lawyer here, to dine with us to day, And Ma took pains to speak to him in her parental way |