MOORE: _Lalla Rookh_. * * * * * One dear glance, Like those of old, were heaven! whatever chance Hath brought thee here, oh, ’twas a blessed one! There—my loved lips—they move—that kiss hath run Like the first shoot of life through every vein, And now I clasp her, mine, all mine again. MOORE: _Lalla Rookh_. * * * * * Though high that tower, that rock-way rude, There’s one who, but to kiss thy cheek, Would climb the untrodden solitude Of Ararat’s tremendous peak, And think its steeps, though dark and dread, Heaven’s pathways, if to thee they led! MOORE: _Lalla Rookh_. * * * * * Oh, think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss, And own, if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. MOORE: _Lalla Rookh_. * * * * * The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. SCOTT: _Marmion_. * * * * * Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. SHELLEY. * * * * * Then press, with warm caresses, Close lips, and bridal kisses, Your steel;—cursed be his head, Who fails the bride he wed. KOERNER: _Sword Song_. * * * * * Around the glowing hearth at night The harmless laugh and winter tale Go round, while parting friends delight To toast each other o’er their ale; The cotter oft with quiet zeal Will musing o’er his Bible lean; While in the dark the lovers steal To kiss and toy behind the screen. CLARE: _December_. * * * * * Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, And he looked in her eyes that were beaming with light, And he kissed her sweet lips—don’t you think he was right? “Now, Rory, leave off, sir, you’ll hug me no more; That’s eight times to-day that you’ve kissed me before.” “Then here goes another,” says he, “to make sure, For there’s luck in odd numbers,” says Rory O’Moore. LOVER. * * * * *