CAMBRIDGESHIRE SELECTION.
Le type le plus "noir" dans le monde,
Le nomme, on dit, Le Chouan!
Mais, roule au dessous de l'onde,
Devient "Blanc" comme _Kairouan_!
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TO ASTRAEA.
(_WHO WOULD HAVE ME SHOW HER MY HAND._)
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Too pretty Palmist, oh, refrain,
Nor thus my Destinies importune
To bare the map of trite and plain
Misfortune.
Methinks, that I, sweet sorceress,
Whose weird persuasions fascinate us,
Can read my stars without express
Afflatus.
"_I'm o'er ambitious_"--more than true;
To fail, the lot of clever men 'tis.
Who's _not_ a genius in his two-
And-twenties.
(_Your_ two-and-twenties bide above,
While mine--I'm in the sere and yellow--
But I was once the model of
A fellow.)
"_My line of head is vague; now quite_
_Down in the depths, now past the skyline"--_
Hard lines! The line that sways a kite
Is my line.
"_My line of heart is insecure_--"
Let "_x_" be hearts; to render scarce "_x_,"
Let "I"-s divide it; _eyes_ are your
Unfair sex.
"_My love will ne'er endure_:" you wrong
My passion: sooth, it will, if you're it:
Yet stay: to wed?--I couldn't long
Endure it.
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