Quatrains

JANE WELSH CARLYLE

IF you could live your life again,
Despite all pain
You’d choose to be his wife again,
Would n’t you, Jane?

BOSWELL

WHAT would our Johnsons be
Without such fellows?
Mute as an organ, sure,
Wanting the bellows.

THE RUBÁIYÁT

THE pleasures of the vine, alas!
But sung with such consummate art,
That clergy and girl graduate
Have got the deathless song by heart.

SAINT BRIDGET’S DAY

A SISTER’S days were sweet at Rydal Mount,
Yet had I given them for just one other: —
A rare and cloudless day at Mackery& End,
With the incomparable Brother.