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TIS WHEN THE CUP IS SMILING. Was it for this that her shout

Thrilled to the world's very core ?
Italian Air.

Thus to live cowards and slaves, "Tis when the cup is smiling before us, Do you not, e'en in your graves,

Oh ! ye free hearts that lie dead ! And we pledge round to hearts that

Shudder, as o'er you we tread ? are true, boy, true, That the sky of this life opens o'er us, And Heaven gives a glimpse of its blue.

NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S Talk of Adam in Eden reclining,

GLOOMY SCHOOLS. We are better, far better off thus, boy, thus;

Mahratta Air, For him but two bright eyes were shin- Ne'ER talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools ;

ingSee what numbers are sparkling for us! To draw his moral thoughts and rules

Give me the sage who's able

From the sunshine of the table ;When on one side the grape-juice is Who learns how lightly, fleetly pass dancing,

This world and all that's in it, And on t'other a blue eye beams, boy, From the bumper that but crowns his beams,

glass, 'Tis enough, 'twixt the wine and the

And is gone again next minute. glancing, To disturb even a saint from his The diamond sleeps within the mine, dreams.

The pearl beneath the water; Though this life like a river is flowing, While Truth, more precious, dwells in I care not how fast it goes on, boy, wine, on,

The grape's own rosy daughter ! While the grape on its bank still is And none can prize her charms like him, growing,

Oh! none like him obtaid her, And such eyes light the waves as Who thus can, like Leander, swim they run.

Through sparkling floods to gain her!



Highland Air.
Neapolitan Air.

HERE sleeps the Bard who knew so well WHERE shall we bury our shame? All the sweet windings of Apollo's shell,

Where, what desolate place, Whether its music rolled like torrents Hide the last wreck of a name

near, Broken and stained by disgrace? Or died, like distant streamlets, on the Death may dissever the chain, Oppression will cease when we're Sleep, mute Bard ! unheeded now. gone ;

The storm and zephyr sweep thy life. But the dishonour, the stain,

less brow;Die as we may, will live on. That storm, whose rush is like thy mar.

tial lay ; Was it for this we sent out

That breeze which, like thy love-song, Liberty's cry from our shore ?

dies away!




No-leave my heart to rest, if rest it

may, Do not say that life is waning,

When youth, and love, and hope, hare Or that Hope's sweet day is set ;

passed away: While I've thee and love remaining,

Couldst thou, when summer hours are Life is in th' horizon yet,

To some poor leaf that's fallin and Do not think those charms are flying, dead,

Though thy roses fade and fall; Bring back the hue it wore, the scent Beauty hath a grace undying,

it shed ? Which in thee survives them all. No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it

may Not for charms, the newest, brightest,

When youth, and love, and hope, bave That on other cheeks may shine,

passed away. Would I change the least, the slightest, That is ling'ring now o'er thine. Oh, had I meet thee then, when life

was bright, Thy smile might still have fed its tran

quil light;

But now thou com’st like sunny skies,

Too late to cheer the seaman's eyes,
When wrecked and lost his bark before

him lies!
Dost thou not hear the silver bell
Through yonder lime-trees ringing ?

No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it *Tis my lady's light gazelle,

inay, To me her love thoughts bringing - Since youth, and love, and hope, have All the while that silver bell

passed away. Around his dark neck ringing.

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Tondly I looked, when the wizard had | And though as Time gathers his clouds spoken,

o'er our head, And there, 'mid the dim shining ruins A shade somewhat darker o'er life they of day,

may spread, Saw, by their light, like a talisman Transparent, at least, be the shadow broken,

they cast, The last golden fragments of hope So that Love's softened light may shine

through to the last.

melt away.


“SLUMBER, oh slumber; if sleeping

thou mak'st Wind thy horn, my hunter boy, And leave thy lute's inglorious siglis; My heart beat so wildly, I'm lost if thou

wak'st." Hunting is the hero's joy, Till war his nobler game supplies.

Thus sung I to a maiden, Hark! the hound-bells ringing sweet,

Who slept one summer's day, While hunters shout, and the woods

And, like a flower o'erladen repeat,

With too much sunshine, lay. Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho!

Slumber, oh slumber, &c. Wind again thy cheerful horn,

“Breathe not, oh breathe not, ye winds,

o'er her cheeks ; Till echo, faint with answ'ring, dies : Burn, bright torches, burn till morn,

If mute thus she charm me, I'm los And lead us where the wild boar lies.

when she speaks.” Hark! the cry, “He's found, he's

Thus sing I, while, awaking, found,"

She murmurs words that seem While hill and valley our shouts re

As if her lips were taking sound,

Farewell of some sweet dream. Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho!

Breathe not, ob breathe not,



BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS Oh, guard our affection, nor e'er let it

HITHER. feel The blight that this world o'er the Bring the bright garlands hither, warmest will steal :

Ere yet a leaf is dying; While the faith of all round us is If so soon they must wither, fading or past,

Ours be their last sweet sighing. Let ours, ever green, keep its bloom to Hark, that low dismal chime ! the last.

'Tis the dreary voice of Time.

Oh, bring beauty, bring roses, Far safer for Love 'tis to wake and to

Bring all that yet is ours; weep,

Let life's day, as it closes,
As he used in his prime, than go Shine to the last through flowers,

smiling to sleep ;
For death on his slumber, cold death Haste, ere the bowl's declining,
follows fast,

Drink of it now or never ; While the love that is wakeful lives on Now, while Beauty is shining, to the last.

Love, or she's lost for ever,

And though of some plumes bereft, THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.

With thiat sun, too, nearly set,
I've enough of light and wing still left

Swiss Air.
For a few gay soarings yet.

O'ER mountains bright w.- snow and

light, We Crystal Hunters speed along,

While grots and caves, and icy waves, GO, THEN—"TIS VALN.

Each instant echo to our song;

And when we meet with stores of gems, Sicilian Air.

We grudge not kings their diadems. Go, then—'tis vain to hover

O'er mountains bright with snow and Thus round a hope that's dead

light, At length my dream is over,

We Crystal Hunters speed along, 'Twas sweet-'twas false—'tis fled !

While grots and caves, and icy waves, Farewell; since nought it moves thee,

Each instant echo to our song. Such truth as mine to see, -

No lover half so fondly dreams Some one, who far less loves thee, Of sparkles from his lady's eyes, Perhaps more blest will be.

As we of those refreshing gleams

That tell where deep the crystal lies; Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness Though, next to crystal, we too grant New life around me shed !

That ladies' eyes may most enchant. Farewell, false heart, whose lightness

O'er mountains, etc. Now leaves me death instead !

Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose Go, now, those charms surrender

The golden sunset leaves its ray, To some new lover's sigh,

So like a gem the floweret glows,
One wbo, though far less tender, We thither bend our headlong way ;
May be more blest than I.

And though we find no treasure there,
We bless the rose that shines so fair.

O'er mountains, etc.


Welsh Air.

Venetian Air.
Brigut be thy dreams-may all thy

Row gently here, my gondolice; 80 Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping: softly wake the tide,

Those by death or seas removed, That not an ear on earth may hear, but Friends, who in thy spring-time knew hers to whom we glide. thee,

Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as All thou'st ever prized or loved, well as starry eyes to see, In dreams come smiling to thee ! Oh ! think what tales 'twould have to

tell of wandering youths like me! There may the child, whose love lay Now rest thee here, my gondolier; deepest,

hush, hush, for up I go, Dearest of all

, come while thou sleepest: To climb yon light balcony's height, Still the same-no charm forgot- while thou keep'st watch below. Nothing lost that life had given ; Ah! did we take for heaven above but Or, if changed, but changed to half such pains as we what

Take day and night for woman's love Thou'lt find her yet in Heaven ! what angels we should be !





OH! DAYS OF YOUTH. Fading as fast as rainbows or day,

flowers, Prench Air.

Or aught that's known for grace and On! days of youth and joy, long Short as the Persian's prayer, his

lightness. clouded, Why thus for ever haunt my view ?

prayer at close of day, When in the grave your light lay Quick let him worship Beauty's precious

Must be each vow of Love's repeating; shrouded, Why did not Memory die there too ?


Even while he kneels, that ray is Vainly doth Hope her strain now sing

fleeting! Whispering of joys that yet remainNo, no, never more can this life bring | PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS ! One joy that equals youth's sweet

Catalonian Air.

PEACE to the slumberers !
Dim lies the way to death before me, They lie on the battle plain,
Cold winds of Time blow round my With no shroud to cover them ;

The dew and the summer rain
Sunshine of youth that once fell o'er me, Are all that weep over them.
Where is your warmth, your glory

Vain was their bravery !
'Tis nct that then no pain could sting The fallen oak lies where it lay,

Across the wintry river ; 'Tis not that now no joys remain ; But brave hearts, once swept away, Oh! it is that life no more can bring me Are gone, alas ! for ever. One joy so sweet as that worst pain.

Woe to the conqueror !

Our limbs shall lie as cold as thci s

Of whom his sword bereft us, WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE.

Ere we forget the deep arrears

Of vengeance they have left us ! Venetian Air. Whey first that smile, like sunshine, WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.

blessed my sight, Oh! what a vision then came o'er me!

Sicilian Air. Long years of love, of calm and pure delight,

When thou shalt wander by that sweet Seemed in that smile to pass before me, light Ne'er did the peasant dream, ne'er We used to gaze on so many an evo, dream of summer skies,

When love was new and hope was Of golden fruit and harvests springing, bright, With fonder hope than I of those sweet Ere I could doubt or thou deceiveeyes,

Oh! then remembering how swift went And of the joy their light was by bringing.

Those hours of transport, even thou

may'st sigh. Where now are all those fondly promised hours ?

Yes, proud one! even thy heart may Oh! woman's faith is like her brightness,

That love like ours was far too swede


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