ee what a brilliant alliance Of arts is assembled in you, - A course of more exquisite science Man never need wish to pursue.
And, oh! - if a Fellow like me May confer a diploma of hearts, With my lip thus I seal your degree, My divine little Mistress of Arts!
Thomas Moore [1779-1852]
"I'D BE A BUTTERFLY"
I'd be a Butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet; Roving for ever from flower to flower, And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet! I'd never languish for wealth, or for power, I'd never sigh to see slaves at my feet: I'd be a Butterfly born in a bower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
O could I pilfer the wand of a fairy, I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings; Their summer days' ramble is sportive and airy, They sleep in a rose when the nightingale sings. Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary; Power, alas! naught but misery brings! I'd be a Butterfly, sportive and airy, Rocked in a rose when the nightingale sings!
What, though you te