“The Gipsy eye, bright as the star That sends its light from heaven afar, Wild with the strains of thy guitar, This heart with rapture fill. Then, maiden fair, beneath this star, Come, touch me with the light guitar. Thy brow unworked by lines of care, Decked with locks of raven hair, Seems ever beautiful and fair At moonlight’s stilly hour. What bliss! beside the leafy maze, Illumined by the moon’s pale rays, On thy sweet face to sit and gaze, Thou wild, uncultured flower. Then, maiden fair, beneath this star, Come, touch me with the light guitar.” HUBERT SMITH: “Tent Life in Norway.” “From every place condemned to roam, In every place we seek a home; These branches form our summer roof, By thick grown leaves made weather-proof; In shelt’ring nooks and hollow ways, We cheerily pass our winter days. Come circle round the Gipsy’s fire, Come circle round the Gipsy’s fire, Our songs, our stories never tire, Our songs, our stories never tire.”—REEVE. “Where is the little Gipsy’s home? Under the spreading greenwood tree, Wherever she may roam, Wherever that tree may be. Roaming the world o’er, Crossing the deep blue sea, She finds on every shore, A home among the free, A home among the free, Ah, voilà la Gitana, voilà la Gitana.”—HALLIDAY. “He checked his steed, and sighed to mark Her coral lips, her eyes so dark, And stately bearing—as she had been Bred up in courts, and born a queen. Again he came, and again he came, Each day with a warmer, a wilder flame, And still again—till sleep by night For Judith’s sake fled his pillow quite.”—DELTA. “A race that lives on prey, as foxes do, With stealthy, petty rapine; so despised, It is not persecuted, only spurned, Crushed under foot, warred on by chance like rats, Or swarming flies, or reptiles of the sea, Dragged in the net unsought and flung far off, To perish as they may.” GEORGE ELIOT: “The Spanish Gipsies,” 1865. “Help me wonder, here’s a booke, Where I would for ever looke. Never did a Gipsy trace Smoother lines in hands or face; Venus here doth Saturne move That you should be the Queene of Love.” BEN JONSON.