Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A RE you filled with wonder, Jacqueminot, Do you think me mad that I kiss you so ? If a rose could only its thoughts express, I'd find you mocking, I more than guess; And yet if you vow me a fond old fool, Just think if your own fine pulse was cool When you lay in her tresses an hour ago, Jacqueminot. This pale, proud girl, you must understand, Held all my fate in her small white hand, And when I asked her to be my bride, She wanted a day to think — decide; And I asked, if her answer were no, she'd wear A Marshal Niel to the ball in her hair, But if 'twere yes, she would tell me so By a Jacqueminot. My heart found heaven, I had seen my sign, And after the dance I knew her mine, And I plucked you out of her warm, soft hair, As her stately pride stood trembling there, And I felt in the dark for her lips to kiss, And I pressed them close to my own like this, And I held her cheek to my own cheek — so, Jacqueminot! Frederic Lawrence Knowles. Wesleyan Literary Monthly. ©on'f /"'LANCING in the moonlight, Gliding in the dark, Down the river slowly, Floats our dainty bark. Sweetly sound two voices, Shadows hide the view ; Heard the rushes something? Don't you wish you knew ! Gently sigh the zephyrs, Shine the stars above, Eyes of brighter lustre Speak of lasting love. Quickly pass the hours, Glides the bark canoe ; Heard the rushes something? Don't you wish you knew ! A. H. B. Brunonian. (|rom (goses. a bunch of roses fair, A cluster of pink and white, Roses that nod to the music low, The flowers she wore that night. She tenderly lifts each drooping head That gracefully tosses there, And the dainty flowers, nestling close, Smile back at the maiden fair. ' How beautiful they are," she said, As she pressed the...