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In fancy 1 hear the faint shiver of sedges And still the IOAV plash of the watei seems nigh .
"ACT II . " You ' ve made , what the Avorld calls , a capital marriage , Your dinners are perfect , your dances the rage ; They talk , at the clubsof your now
pony-, carriage , And sneer at your husband , Avho ' s double your age : Ah 1 fairest of falseones , I'd have you remember , Though blooming and bright be the
freshness of May , 'Twill tremble before the cool breath of December , 'Twill silently droop and then Avither aAvay .
"ACT III . " They tell me you ' re happy ; and yet , on reflection , I find they talk more of your Avealth than of you ; And if you have moments of thought and ¦ ¦¦ ¦
' dejection , It may be those moments are IUIOAVU to but few , You ' ve rubies and pearls and a brilliant ¦ ¦ : tiara ; You breakfast off Sevres of the real
lieu de Roi 'Tis better no doubt than a heart , mia caret ,, And a poor posey ring , Avith its ' Penses a moi V
"ACT IV . " Nay , blame not your husband , nor think you ' re used badly , 'TAVas simply a matter of money and trade ; You named hhn your 'figure' lie paid it
, too gladly , Your heart was no part of the bargain he made . He purchased a Avife to embellish bistable , . To humour his whims and obey his behests
, . One lovely and clever , one Avilling and able—To prove his good taste and to talk to his guests .
"ACT V . - " At times , Avhen ' mid riches and splendour you languish , ' To still your poor conscience you fruitlessly try ;
As tears are fast falling in bitterest anguish , You'll OAVU there is something that money can't buy . Yes , love , there are mem ' ries e ' en gold cannot stifle , The ghost of a dead love that Avill not
be laid ; And Avhile in tho bright Avorld of pleasure you trifle . Do you never meet the sad eyes of the shade V Some young friends of ours may echo someAvhat sentimentally the pleasing Avords of " Off ancl AAvay " : —
"OFF AND AWAY . " An August Regret . " So the gay London season is over 1 I Avished it Avould come o ' er again , When the night that you started for Dover ,
I bade you good-bye at the . tram . I am doomed by th . e lateness of session In London all autumn to stay , Through its heat , and ennui , and oppression , Whilst you , Love , are off and aAvay . " How your pretty eyes drooped just at
starting ! You promised to send me your carte , And I gave you ' TAVO Kisses' at parting—I mean the new novel by Smart . Not a moment for quiet flirtation—The guard his white ensign
unfurled—As the train Avas just leaving the station , I gave you my heart and the ' World . ' " You are off amid vineyards and mountains , Where myrtle is mingled Avith maize ; Where the olive o ' ershadoAVS bright fountains
You'll dream through the fine autumn days ; Where the roseate sunset is flushing Its gleam o ' er the amethyst lake , Whilst the blue ri pples seem to be hushing To slumber the shore where they break .
" You remember the day at Chiavenna We mounted the rugged inclines 1 And the sail that we took to Varenna ? The luncheon Ave had ' neath the vines %
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Reviews.
In fancy 1 hear the faint shiver of sedges And still the IOAV plash of the watei seems nigh .
"ACT II . " You ' ve made , what the Avorld calls , a capital marriage , Your dinners are perfect , your dances the rage ; They talk , at the clubsof your now
pony-, carriage , And sneer at your husband , Avho ' s double your age : Ah 1 fairest of falseones , I'd have you remember , Though blooming and bright be the
freshness of May , 'Twill tremble before the cool breath of December , 'Twill silently droop and then Avither aAvay .
"ACT III . " They tell me you ' re happy ; and yet , on reflection , I find they talk more of your Avealth than of you ; And if you have moments of thought and ¦ ¦¦ ¦
' dejection , It may be those moments are IUIOAVU to but few , You ' ve rubies and pearls and a brilliant ¦ ¦ : tiara ; You breakfast off Sevres of the real
lieu de Roi 'Tis better no doubt than a heart , mia caret ,, And a poor posey ring , Avith its ' Penses a moi V
"ACT IV . " Nay , blame not your husband , nor think you ' re used badly , 'TAVas simply a matter of money and trade ; You named hhn your 'figure' lie paid it
, too gladly , Your heart was no part of the bargain he made . He purchased a Avife to embellish bistable , . To humour his whims and obey his behests
, . One lovely and clever , one Avilling and able—To prove his good taste and to talk to his guests .
"ACT V . - " At times , Avhen ' mid riches and splendour you languish , ' To still your poor conscience you fruitlessly try ;
As tears are fast falling in bitterest anguish , You'll OAVU there is something that money can't buy . Yes , love , there are mem ' ries e ' en gold cannot stifle , The ghost of a dead love that Avill not
be laid ; And Avhile in tho bright Avorld of pleasure you trifle . Do you never meet the sad eyes of the shade V Some young friends of ours may echo someAvhat sentimentally the pleasing Avords of " Off ancl AAvay " : —
"OFF AND AWAY . " An August Regret . " So the gay London season is over 1 I Avished it Avould come o ' er again , When the night that you started for Dover ,
I bade you good-bye at the . tram . I am doomed by th . e lateness of session In London all autumn to stay , Through its heat , and ennui , and oppression , Whilst you , Love , are off and aAvay . " How your pretty eyes drooped just at
starting ! You promised to send me your carte , And I gave you ' TAVO Kisses' at parting—I mean the new novel by Smart . Not a moment for quiet flirtation—The guard his white ensign
unfurled—As the train Avas just leaving the station , I gave you my heart and the ' World . ' " You are off amid vineyards and mountains , Where myrtle is mingled Avith maize ; Where the olive o ' ershadoAVS bright fountains
You'll dream through the fine autumn days ; Where the roseate sunset is flushing Its gleam o ' er the amethyst lake , Whilst the blue ri pples seem to be hushing To slumber the shore where they break .
" You remember the day at Chiavenna We mounted the rugged inclines 1 And the sail that we took to Varenna ? The luncheon Ave had ' neath the vines %