The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck with Extracts from Those of Joseph Rodman Drake (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 Excerpt: ...as young, But is wealthier far than Miss Flounce, She "entertains" also to-night with cold tongue, Smoked herring, and cherry-bounce. In praise of cold water the Theban bard spoke, He of Teos sang sweetly of wine; Miss Flounce is a Pindar in cashmere and cloak, Miss Fleece an Anacreon divine. The Montagues carry the day in Swamp Place; In Pike Street the Capulets reign; A limonadiere is the badge of one race, Of the other a flask of champagne. Now as each the same evening her soiree announces, What better, he asks, can be done Than drink water from eight until ten with the Flounces, And then wine with the Fleeces till one SONG. BY MISS. Air: "To ladies' eyes a round, boy." Moore. HE winds of March are humming Their parting song, their parting song, And summer skies are coming, And days grow long, and days grow long. I watch, but not in gladness, Our garden-tree, our garden-tree; It buds, in sober sadness, Too soon for me, too soon for me. My second winter's over, Alas and I, alas and I Have no accepted lover: Don't ask me why, don't ask me why. 'Tis not asleep or idle That Love has been, that Love has been; For many a happy bridal The year has seen, the year has seen; I've done a bridemaid's duty, At three or four, at three or four; My best bouquet had beauty, Its donor more, its donor more. My second winter's over, Alas and I, alas and I Have no accepted lover: Don't ask me why, don't ask me why. His flowers my bosom shaded One sunny day, one sunny day; The next they fled and faded, Beau and bouquet, beau and bouquet. In vain, at balls and parties, I've thrown my net, I've thrown my net; This waltzing, watching heart is Unchosen yet, unchosen yet. My second winter's over, Alas and I, alas and I Have no accepted lover: Don't ask m...