Amenities
Amenities
The Glimpse
HERstarry eyes, with lightning glance,Arrest me like a swift-thrown lance,As I ride down the narrow lane;And backward on my wheel I crane,Another glimpse to catch askance.My fickle steed begins to prance,And leads me such a lively dance,That danger signals glint in vain,Her starry eyes.O Fortune! if, by happy chance,You’d throw this fair one in a trance,Until I tumble on the plain—But no! she cries a laughing rain—A header dims my brief romance,Her starry eyes.And now whene’er I pass the seatWhere first I met that maiden sweet,My aching heart is smote again;The blush of shame o’ermounts my brow,And bids me soft repeat the vow,Her starry eyes.Jay Gee.
HERstarry eyes, with lightning glance,Arrest me like a swift-thrown lance,As I ride down the narrow lane;And backward on my wheel I crane,Another glimpse to catch askance.My fickle steed begins to prance,And leads me such a lively dance,That danger signals glint in vain,Her starry eyes.O Fortune! if, by happy chance,You’d throw this fair one in a trance,Until I tumble on the plain—But no! she cries a laughing rain—A header dims my brief romance,Her starry eyes.And now whene’er I pass the seatWhere first I met that maiden sweet,My aching heart is smote again;The blush of shame o’ermounts my brow,And bids me soft repeat the vow,Her starry eyes.Jay Gee.
HERstarry eyes, with lightning glance,Arrest me like a swift-thrown lance,As I ride down the narrow lane;And backward on my wheel I crane,Another glimpse to catch askance.
HERstarry eyes, with lightning glance,
Arrest me like a swift-thrown lance,
As I ride down the narrow lane;
And backward on my wheel I crane,
Another glimpse to catch askance.
My fickle steed begins to prance,And leads me such a lively dance,That danger signals glint in vain,Her starry eyes.
My fickle steed begins to prance,
And leads me such a lively dance,
That danger signals glint in vain,
Her starry eyes.
O Fortune! if, by happy chance,You’d throw this fair one in a trance,Until I tumble on the plain—But no! she cries a laughing rain—A header dims my brief romance,Her starry eyes.
O Fortune! if, by happy chance,
You’d throw this fair one in a trance,
Until I tumble on the plain—
But no! she cries a laughing rain—
A header dims my brief romance,
Her starry eyes.
And now whene’er I pass the seatWhere first I met that maiden sweet,My aching heart is smote again;The blush of shame o’ermounts my brow,And bids me soft repeat the vow,Her starry eyes.
And now whene’er I pass the seat
Where first I met that maiden sweet,
My aching heart is smote again;
The blush of shame o’ermounts my brow,
And bids me soft repeat the vow,
Her starry eyes.
Jay Gee.
Jay Gee.
The Fall