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IRISH MELODIES. |
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"WHAT THE BEE IS TO THE FLOWERET.
He___"What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew, Through the leaves that close embower it, That, my love, I'll be to you.
She. —What the bank, with verdure glowing, Is to waves that wander near, Whispering kisses, while they 're going, That I '11 be to you, my dear.
She. —But, they say, the bee's a rover,
Who will fly when sweets are gone; And, when once the kiss is over, Faithless brooks will wander on.
He. —Nay, if flowers will lose their looks, If sunny banks will wear away, 'Tis but right, that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them, while they may |
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LOVE AND THE NOVICE.
" HeRe we dwell, in holiest bowers,
" Where angels of light o'er our orisons bend; "Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers " To heaven in mingled odour ascend. " Do not disturb our calm, oh Love ! " So like is thy form to the cherubs above, " It well might deceive such hearts as ours."
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