My Irish wife has golden hair, I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of the Saxon land; Than castles strong, or lands, or life: In death I would be near her, And rise beside my Irish wife. Thomas D'Arcy McGee [1825-1868] MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer, And niest my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, The warsle and the care o't: Wi' her I'll blithely bear it, And think my lot divine. LETTICE Robert Burns [1759–1796] I SAID to Lettice, our sister Lettice, While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown, "Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man, There's many a better about our town." "If Thou Wert' by My Side" 1175 She smiled securely-"He loves me purely: A true heart's safe, both in smile or frown; "He comes of strangers, and they are rangers, No harsh tongue grieves me while he believes me, "Your man's a frail man, was ne'er a hale man, And sickness knocketh at every door, And death comes making bold hearts cower, breaking-" Our Lettice trembled;-but once, no more. "If death should enter, smite to the center Our poor home palace, all crumbling down, He cannot fright us, nor disunite us, Life bears Love's cross, death brings Love's crown." Dinah Maria Mulock Craik [1826-1887] "IF THOU WERT BY MY SIDE, MY LOVE" If thou wert by my side, my love, How fast would evening fail If thou, my love, wert by my side, How gayly would our pinnace glide I miss thee at the dawning gray, I miss thee when by Gunga's stream But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I spread my books, my pencil try, But when at morn and eve the star I feel, though thou art distant far, Then on! then on! where duty leads, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, For sweet the bliss us both awaits By yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, Across the dark blue sca; But ne'er were hearts so light and gay As then shall meet in thee! Reginald Heber [1783-1826] THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG From "The Mourning Garment " Ан, what is love? It is a pretty thing, The Shepherd's Wife's Song 1177 For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, His flocks are folded; he comes home at night And merrier, too: For kings bethink them what the state require, He kisseth first, then sits as blithe to eat For kings have often fears when they do sup, To bed he goes, as wanton then, I ween, For kings have many griefs, affects to move, Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Thus, with his wife, he spends the year as blithe And blither, too: For kings have wars and broils to take in hand, Since country loves such sweet desires do gain, "TRUTH DOTH TRUTH DESERVE” From the "Arcadia" WHO doth desire that chaste his wife should be, THE MARRIED LOVER From "The Angel in the House" WHY, having won her, do I woo? That, as on court-days subjects kiss To dread, as lower ladies might, That grace could meet with disrespect; Thus she with happy favor feeds Allegiance from a love so high That thence no false conceit proceeds Of difference bridged, or state put by; |