Mourn not for the owl nor his gloomy plight! If a prisoner he be in the broad daylight, Thrice fonder, perhaps, since a strange, dark fate So when the night falls, and dogs do howl, Sing Ho! for the reign of the horned owl! We know not alway who are kings by day, But the king of the night is the bold brown owl. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER THOMAS HOOD REMEMBER, I remember I remember, I remember The laburnum on his birthday, I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, And summer pools could hardly cool I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from Heaven Than when I was a boy. A SONG THOMAS HOOD LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk, Red rubies should deck thy hands, And diamonds should be thy dowerBut fairies have broke their wands And wishing has lost its power! RORY O'MORE SAMUEL LOVER YOUNG Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn; YOUNG He was bold as a hawk, —she as soft as the dawn; He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. Now, Rory, be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry, (Reproof on her lip but a smile in her eye,) "With your tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm about, And 'tis plas'd that I am, and why not, to be sure? "Indeed, then," says Kathleen, "don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." "Faith," says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground." "Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go; Sure I drame ev'ry night that I'm hating you so!" "Oh," says Rory, "that same I'm delighted to hear, For drames always go by conthraries, my dear; |