- A Dream of Fair Women: Alfred Tennyson
She, flashing forth a haughty smile, began:
"I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd
All moods. 'Tis long since I have seen a man.
Once, like the moon I made.
- Marjorie: Meredith Nicholson
But pleasantest of all is to see
There, in the swaying hammock, Marjorie,
Repeating rhythmic tales the while her eyes
Mirror the lake, the wood, the shore, the skies.
The Light of Love: James Whitcomb Riley
The clouds have deepened o'er the night Till, through the dark profound,
The moon is but a stain of light And all the stars are drowned;
And all the stars are drowned, my love, And all the skies are drear;
But what care we for light above, If light of love is here?
The Love Gage: Frank L. Stanton
A red rose at Lucinda's feet: Ho! gallants -- speed amain!
That rose hath known her kisses sweet -- Her lips its crimson stain!
A red rose at Lucinda's feet: What knight the rose will gain?
Like a Lilac: Maurice Francis Egan
Like a lilac in the spring Is my love, my lady-love;
Purple-white, the lilacs fling Scented blossoms from above:
So my love, my lady-love, Throws soft glances on my heart;
Ah, my dainty lady-love, Every glance is Cupid's dart.
A Waltz Song: Mena Kemp Ogden
Play on, O fairy strain, too soon
Will silence break the spell,
How sad, how sweet the last dear waltz
Before we say farewell.
The Nun: Leigh Hunt
If you become a nun, dear,
A friar I will be;
In any cell you run, dear,
Pray look behind for me.
Beware: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care!
And what she says, it is not true, Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee!
Song: George MacDonald
Eyes of beauty, eyes of light,
Sweetly, softly, sadly bright!
Draw not, ever, o'er my eye,
Radiant mists of ecstacy.
Ballad of Fair Snners: Samuel McCoy
She's back! her pennance, self-imposed, is over!
Lent passed, now for ten naughty months in clover!
The Devil is to have his due, the rasca!!
And ball-room whispers drown the Thoughts of Pascal
- Gad! how demurely, cowled and robed, she scorned us!
Given time, she would have quite de-hoofed, de-horned us!
But Vogue, which sets the style for prayers as well as pleasures
Took pity, opened doors, gave back our treasures!
Song: Thomas Carew
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauties, Orient deep,
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
To Hear Her Sing: James Whitcomb Riley
To hear her sing -- to hear her sing --
It is to hear the birds of Spring
In dewy groves on blooming sprays
Pour out their blithest roundelays.
Her Beautiful Eyes: James Whitcomb Riley
O her beautiful eyes! they are blue as the dew
On the violet's bloom when the morning is new,
And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun
O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run.
As the morn shifts the mists and the clouds from the skies --
So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.
At the Church Gate: William Makepeace Thackery
My lady comes at last, Timid and stepping fast
And hastening thither, With modes eyes downcast;
She comes -- she's here, she's past! May heaven go with her!
She Walks in Beuty: Lord Byron
She walks in beauty like the night! Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender ligh Which heaven to daudy day denies.
Private Theatricals: Louise Imogene Guiney
I met my rival at the gateway,
(That was in the play,)
And so we fought a duel straightaway,
(This was in the play.
- Laughing Song: James Whitcomb Riley
Sing in ringing tones that mingle In a melody that flings
Joyous echoes in a jingle Sweeter than the minstrel sings;
Sing of Winter, Spring or Summer, Clang of war, or low of herds;
Trill of cricket, roll of drummer -- Laugh, and we'll not miss the words.
Postscript: Ernest Wentworth
That enviable paper! Oh, to think
That it will go, will really, really go,
To her, my mistress. Had it sould to know,
What enviable paper! Oh, to think --
I Love My Jean: Robert Burnes
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green;
There's not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean..
The Time I've Lost in Wooing: Thomas Moore
The time I've lost in wooing. In watching and pursuing
The light that lies In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books Were woman's look, And folly's all they've taught me.
- Love's Ideal: William Winter
Her young face is good and fair, Lily-white and rosy red;
And the brown and silken hair Hovers, mist-like, round her head.
And her voice is soft and low Clear as music and as sweet;
Hearing it, you hardly know Where the sound and silence meet.
A Dream of Fair Women.
With illustrations by Harrison Fisher.
Decorations by E. Stetson Crawford.
Grosset & Dunlap, New York: 1907.
Hardcover. Large 8vo. Unpaginated.
Brown cloth binding w/illustrated cover and gold stamping.
A Dream of Fair Women. Drawings in color. Large 8vo, pp. 140. The Bobbs-Merrill Co., Indianapolis: net. $3.
It is difficult to say whether Mr. Fisher's daintily arrayed maidens are wedded to the appropriate verses selected from Tennyson, Longfellow, Thackeray, Riley, Carew, Burns, and others, or the verses to the pictures. At any rate both are the best of their kind, and the combination results in a volume expressive of Mr. Fisher's art and eminently fitted to reach the heart of any maiden to whom it is presented.
Webmaster note: Due to space, excerpts of poems included.