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Cuddy Clew.
Before fifteen,—is ought we see,
So full of innocence and glee;
The buoyant step, the eye of gladness,
The heart devoid of sin and sadness,
The slender form, approaching woman,
The stem, that shows the bud is comin'
The spring of life, with blink and shower,
The April of the female flower;
That tells in language most express,
The coming summer's loveliness.
Then mark the first vibrations kind,
That ripen in the female mind;
Fondness, for helpless infancy,
Pity, for age and poverty;
Joy o'er a flowret's opening blade,
And grief when it begins te fade;
O, I do love with all my heart,
A thing so sweet, so void of art;
And nought on earth's so pure I ween,
As blooming maid below fifteen.
So full of innocence and glee;
The buoyant step, the eye of gladness,
The heart devoid of sin and sadness,
The slender form, approaching woman,
The stem, that shows the bud is comin'
The spring of life, with blink and shower,
The April of the female flower;
That tells in language most express,
The coming summer's loveliness.
Then mark the first vibrations kind,
That ripen in the female mind;
Fondness, for helpless infancy,
Pity, for age and poverty;
Joy o'er a flowret's opening blade,
And grief when it begins te fade;
O, I do love with all my heart,
A thing so sweet, so void of art;
And nought on earth's so pure I ween,
As blooming maid below fifteen.
CUDDY.
Weel, weel—gaung on—another feature,
I own I rather like the creature,
An' felt, what I thought ne'er to dree,
A tear-drap prinklin' in my e'e.
Weel, weel—gaung on—another feature,
I own I rather like the creature,
An' felt, what I thought ne'er to dree,
A tear-drap prinklin' in my e'e.
ROBIN.
Then Summer comes, in all her beauty,
Radiant with smiles of love and duty;
The flowers of heaven are showered around us,
That dazzle, pleasure, and confound us;
The mould so framed for love's caress,
That shrinks from its own loveliness;
The liquid eye, whose every blink,
Says more than human heart can think;
As welling from that fountain bright,
Where genuine love first springs to light;
Its language has a thrilling spell,
Beyond what tongue of man can tell:
The flowing glossy locks that shine,
With tints, that almost seem divine;
The cheeks! The lips! The arch'd eyebrow!
Slanderer insane! Where are you now?
Then Summer comes, in all her beauty,
Radiant with smiles of love and duty;
The flowers of heaven are showered around us,
That dazzle, pleasure, and confound us;
The mould so framed for love's caress,
That shrinks from its own loveliness;
The liquid eye, whose every blink,
Says more than human heart can think;
As welling from that fountain bright,
Where genuine love first springs to light;
Its language has a thrilling spell,
Beyond what tongue of man can tell:
The flowing glossy locks that shine,
With tints, that almost seem divine;
The cheeks! The lips! The arch'd eyebrow!
Slanderer insane! Where are you now?
CUDDY.
Go on—go on, man, stop not there;
That's mighty grand, I must declare;
Woman, for all her perverse nature,
Is, without doubt, a lovely creature;
I never said that she was not.
A virgin without stain or blot
Is such a treasure—one forgets,
But———the jilts, and the coquettes;
Ah, Robin, had I not believed,
That I was loved, and been deceived,
I would, like you, I must aver,
Have been a woman worshipper,
Plague on them! They have marr'd me quite,
Of temper, reason, and delight.
Go on—go on, man, stop not there;
That's mighty grand, I must declare;
Woman, for all her perverse nature,
Is, without doubt, a lovely creature;
I never said that she was not.
A virgin without stain or blot
Is such a treasure—one forgets,
But———the jilts, and the coquettes;
Ah, Robin, had I not believed,
That I was loved, and been deceived,
I would, like you, I must aver,
Have been a woman worshipper,
Plague on them! They have marr'd me quite,
Of temper, reason, and delight.