Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan bonnet,
And many humming-birds were fastened on it.
I sat beside Alicia at the play;
Her violet eyes with tender tears were wet
(The diamonds in her ears less bright than they)
For pity of the woes of Juliet:
Alicia’s sighs a poet might have set
To delicate music in a dainty sonnet.
Last...
Lancashire Dialect
THE DULE ’S i’ this bonnet o’ mine:
My ribbins ’ll never be reet;
Here, Mally, aw ’m like to be fine,
For Jamie ’ll be comin’ to-neet;
He met me i’ th’ lone t’ other day
(Aw war gooin’ for wayter to th’ well),
An’ he begged that aw ’d wed him i’ May,
Bi th’ mass, if he ’ll let me, aw will!
When...
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill —
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered...
* * *
There was a Young Lady whose bonnet,
Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
But she said: 'I don't care!
All the birds in the air
Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!'
<Publ. 1846>
