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I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR.
I SAW the moon rise clear
O'er hills and vales of snow,
The track I wished to go.
For well my reindeer knew
The gloom that winter cast
How soon the heart forgets!
Thus chasing every pain,
JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.
Joys that pass away like this,
Is followed by a tear.
The girl whose faithless art
And with it break my heart.
Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone !
For truth, alas! is gone.
LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.
YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade,
Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played:
LOVE AND TIME.
"TIS said-but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen 'emThat Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
But short the moments, short as bright,
Ah! Time and Love! your change is then
The saddest and most trying,
Then is Love's hour to stray;
But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel,
And bless the silken fetterWho knows-the dear one!-how to deal
With Love and Time much better.
And Time for ever wears 'em.
LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS
LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee;
Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before usYouth may wither, but feeling will last;
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Oh! if to love thee more Each hour I number o'erIf this a passion be
Worthy of thee,
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain thee,
Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal; Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall stain thee,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.
Oh! if there be a charm
In love, to banish harm-
Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'e thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH
Of my beloved's hair, Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, lingered there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tieA chain by beauty twined.
MERRILY EVERY BOSOM
THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.
MERRILY every bosom boundeth,
Merrily, oh merrily, oh! Where the song of Freedom soundeth Merrily, oh! merrily, ob!
There the warrior's arms
Shed more splendour,
Every joy the land surroundeth,
Wearily every bosom pineth,
There the maiden's heart
Hath no sweetness-
Cheerily then from hill and valley,
Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!
Sighed in slavery,
Round the flag of Freedom rally,
NOW LET THE WARRIOR.
Now let the warrior plume his steed,
For the men of the East this day shall bleed,
And the sun shall blush with war. Victory sits on the Christian's helm To guide her holy band:
The Knight of the Cross this day shall whelm
The men of the Pagan land.
Oh! blessed who in the battle dies!
OH, LADY FAIR!
OH, Lady fair! where art thou roaming? The sun has sunk, the night is coming. Stranger, I go o'er moor and mountain, To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain.
And who is the man, with his white locks flowing?
Oh, Lady fair! where is he going?
Dreary and dark's the way we're going
Fair Lady! rest till morning blushes→
I'll bless thy name at Agnes' fountain.
Thou'lt go to Agnes' shrine to-morrow. Good stranger, when my beads I'm telling,
My saint shall bless thy leafy dwelling. Strew, then, oh! strew our bed of rushes;
Here we must rest till morning blushes.
OH! REMEMBER THE TIME.
THE CASTILIAN MAID.
OH! remember the time, in La Mancha's shades,
When our moments so blissfully flew ; When you called me the flower of Castilian maids,
And I blushed to be called so by you. When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille,
And to dance to the light castanet; Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will,
The delight of those moments forget.
They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle
And that soon, in the light of some Every hour a new passion can feel, lovelier smile,
You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave in the battle you are,
Or they never could think you would
For 'tis always the spirit most gallant
That is fondest and truest in love!
OH! SOON RETURN!
THE white sail caught the evening ray,
O'er many a billow rudely thrown;
And even the wreath of victory
For me have now no charms;
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,
OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM.
OH! yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er,
He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay;
And though Time may take from him the wings he once wore,
The charms that remain will be bright as before,
And he'll lose but his young trick of flying away.
Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay,
That Friendship our last happy moments will crown:
Like the shadows of morning, Love lessens away,
While Friendship, like those of the closing of day,
Will linger and lengthen as Life's sun goes down.
ONE DEAR SMILE.
COULDST thou look as dear as when
Oh! how blissful life would be!
One dear smile like those of old.
WHEN 'midst the gay I meet
That blessed smile of thine,
THE song of war shall echo through our Though still on me it turns most sweet,
Till not one hateful link remains Of slavery's lingering chainsTill not one tyrant tread our plains, Nor traitor lip pollute our fountains. No! never till that glorious day Shall Lusitania's sons be gay, Or hear, oh Peace! thy welcome lay Resounding through her sunny mountains.
The song of war shall echo through our mountains,
Till Victory's self shall, smiling, say, 'Your cloud of foes hath passed away, And Freedom comes with new-born
I scarce can call it mine : But when to me alone
Your secret tears you show, Oh! then I feel those tears my own, And claim them as they flow. Then still with bright looks bless Give smiles to those who love you less, The gay, the cold, the free; But keep your tears for me.
The snow on Jura's steep
Can smile with many a beam, Yet still in chains of coldness sleep, How bright soe'er it seem. But when some deep-felt ray,
Whose touch is fire, appears, Oh! then the smile is warmed away, And, melting, turns to tears.