POETRY FOR ALL TASTES.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XII, Issue 4271, 22 July 1875, Page 2 (Supplement)

POETRY FOR ALL TASTES.

THE MARINE. Sl-W! AT TIIK TIIASKMMVISII I.ISSKB AT TIIK If vou'll paticntlv listen, mv friends, for a while. With a song a few moments I'll try to beguile_: No high-sounding phrases nr lone words youll iin.l, lint in good plain Knglish I'll tell you my minil. Volt mav jr.. on a jourucv, the wide world around, l-'rom the -lapinese Kn.pirc to 1.-nig Island Sound, Hear all to h» heard, see nil to he sern. Vou'll I'.nd nothing ahead of a Common llarine. When tirst he enli-ts he pen everything new. I'roJi the crown of his cap to the sole of hi- shoe; With a beautiful stork to thre.st under his chin.— Sure, to wear such tine clothes every day uasm. When rigged out in full sail he's a sight to hehold. With his buttons all shininc like No. 1 go.d : When lirst vou look at him your eyes you must screen Or you'll surely he dazzled by a Common Marine. V..n should see him on Monday, dressed out in his With a'uniform coat buttoned over liUhrea.-t. And a tub of a " war lint" tipped over ins eyesVou would swear, 0:1 your ii.nl, 'twas a prince in dislf you don't think his make-up is stunning enough, Vou have only to glance at his - government trull Viiil I'm inueli mistaken, while you re very green, If you don't say he's gorgeous, the Common Marine, lie's a beautiful object when out on a pass. Standing up to a bar with his hand on a glass. With his cap neatlv hung on the back of his head. While his legs, wide apart, like a saw-hor-e. art- spread. Next morning he marches in through the main gate, And the Sergeant informs him he's three minutes late. In a verv short time poor John may be seen In a cell"built expressly for a Common -Marine. MY LOVE IS FAIlt, lU'T VEItY SHY My love is fair, but very shy: For one soft glance in passing byOne loving look from those brown eyes. I'll live long years alone. The words of love have waited long. 1 cannot breathe them, save in song, And rugged hills and woods among. Where love is seldom known. Still, warmly in another clime. Sweet Jeanie's heart may beat on mine, The sweet low whisper. "I am thine," May show that heiirt mine own. Akxandra. Si-NiiKAM. LOVES I'KAYKi:. Thou before whose shiinc 1 bend me In mv heart's wild worship lox\ From thv side. ah. do not send me It were death to go : What to me is dav's fair dawning? « hat the sun's world-warming light: 'Tis thv presence makes Love's morning, And thv aVei.ee night. liv the uight of thv rare beauty. 'And thv dark eves' mystic spell. Thou hast from the paths of duty Charmed me but too well ! \\'as it Heaven or Hell that drew me To thv thraldom, passing sweet ? Angel bright, or flend. that threw me. Sighing at thy feet • There are voices oft that call me From thv melting glance to Hee : There are dsubts that oft appal me— Doubts bright one. of thee ! Yet, in vain they gather round me— Still supreme i-» Passion's sway ! And adoring love hath bound me To thy soul for aye '.