Has love, in falsehood's garb array'd,
Wreath'd itself round thy very soul,
Then on thy bosom's pleasures prey'd,

And yielded thee to grief's control?

And have thy gem-like tears been given
To one so cold so undeserving,

Who chose to shun love's promis'd heaven,
From honour and from beauty swerving?

Oh! cease to mourn, nor e'er again
Lament a loss, not worth lamenting;
Awake thy lyre to joy's light strain,
Fair taste and genius both consenting:

For taste and genius both are thine;

And Friendship still shall wait to bless thee; Love still shall woo thee to his shrine,

When one who can esteem shall press thee.

Forgive the theme a stranger wreathes; Forgive his vague, unmeaning measure; Whose wish, as thus his thoughts he breathes, Is, that thy breast may taste of pleasure.

HER MOUTH WITH A SMILE.

HER mouth with a smile,

Devoid of all guile,

Half open to view

Is the bud of the rose,
In the morning that blows,
Impearl'd with the dew.

More fragrant her breath,
Than the flower-scented heath
At the dawning of day;
The hawthorn in bloom,
The lily's perfume,

Or the blossoms of May.

JULIO TOLD ME WHEN WE PARTED.

JULIO told me when we parted,

Nought but death should cause his stay;

To mine eye a tear had started,

Julio kiss'd the drop away.

Autumn winds now chill my dwelling:

'Twas in spring I lost my dear;
Grief afresh mine eye is swelling,
But no kiss imbibes the tear.

With the flowers that Julio planted,
Oft I dress the vacant chair;
Stand before it, gaze enchanted,—
Gaze, and think my rover there.
Oft the kiss he gave at parting,
Midnight sleeps return to cheer;
But too soon my senses starting,
Lose the kiss to find the tear.

YOUNG ELLEN LORAINE.

WHEN I parted from Erin, heart-broken to leave thee,
I dreamt not of falsehood, young Ellen Loraine,
I thought tho' but woman thou wouldst not deceive me,
Ah, why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine?
I loved thee in sorrow, I sought thee in danger,
And dear was the peril, and sweet was the pain;
But now is thy look like the look of the stranger,
Ah, why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine?
Oh, thou wert the vision that lighten'd my pillow,
The star of my darkness, young Ellen Loraine;
As the bloom to the rose, as the sun to the billow,
Thou cam'st in my slumber, young Ellen Loraine.
Then think of me yet, when the false world deceives thee,
And friends of gay fortune look cold on thy wane,

When the sheen of thy cheek like the summer's night leaves thee,
Thou'lt think how I loved thee, young Ellen Loraine.

Oh! speak not to me, in those eyes I discover,

The wrongs thou hast done me, young Ellen Loraine,

Go, rest in the arms of a happier lover

Go, lovely, but faithless, young Ellen Loraine;

The moments of rapture, the vow and the token,
That thrill in my bosom and burn in my brain,
Go, false one, and laugh at the heart thou hast broken,
Go, lovely, but faithless, young Ellen Loraine.

COME, SHINING FORTH, MY DEAREST.

COME, shining forth, my dearest,
With looks of warm delight;
Shed joy as thou appearest,

Like morning beams of light.
Like morning's beam of light, love,
Mild shines thine azure eye;
Thine absence is a night, love,
In which I droop and die.

Oh! let me hear that tongue, love,
Whose music thrills my heart,
Like notes by angels sung, love,
When souls in bliss depart.
And at thy casement rising,
Illume my ravish'd sight,
Like day the world surprising,
With morning beams of light.

THE FAITHLESS LOVER.

FAR, far from me my lover flies-
A faithless lover he:

In vain my tears, in vain my sighs,

No longer true to me,

He seeks another.

Lie still, my heart, no longer grieve,
No pangs to him betray,

Who taught you these sad sighs to heave,
Then laughing went away,

To seek another.

O, THE ACCENTS OF LOVE.

O, THE accents of Love! can they ever again
Speak peace to this desolate soul;

When o'er my life's lord the deep floods of the maia
Now darkly and mournfully roll?

O, no! let them search in my Algernon's grave,
Would they learn where my heart is entombed;

Let them pierce to those chambers beneath the dark wave,
No sun-beam hath ever illumed.

But let them not hope to revive it with sighs,
Or reach it with accents of love;

'Twill mock their endeavours, for, buried, it lies,
With fathomless waters above.

HE'S GONE.

HE's gone and I shall never see
His manly form again,

And peace has now forsaken me,

From tears I can't refrain;

The time seems long, tho' 'twas this morn,
He left me here alone,

He swore he'd ne'er forget, and then

Left me to sigh and moan.

Can he forget how oft he's swore

To love no one but me,

He may when in the cities, for

He fairer maids will see;

He said that to his mountain rose,
He ever true would prove,
A tear should never dim mine eyes,
He ne'er would cease to love.

He whisper'd when he last embraced,
Some comfort to my heart;
He said that unpropitious fate,
Should ne'er us lovers part;
He quickly would be here again,
And wed without delay;
Oh, when I see him here again,
'Twill be a happy day.

ELIZA.

ELIZA was the loveliest maid

That e'er was caught in Falsehood's snare; A modest blush her cheek array'd

And Virtue stampt her image there: No damsel of the Sylvan scene,

With her in beauty could compare, And every shepherd round the green, Declar'd her fairest of the fair.

A baron's son of high degree,

(Beneath whose smile did Falsehood dwell) The Fair Eliza chanc'd to see,

And love he counterfeited well.

As oft they stray'd along the vale,

He vow'd from her he ne'er would part;

She listen'd to his faithless tale,

And gave him all her virgin heart.

But soon the hapless maiden found
Her ruin 'twas alone he sought;
Oh! then she sank upon the ground,
In all the agony of thought.
The roses fled her dimpled cheek,

Loud to the passing winds she sigh'd,
Heart-broken, but resign'd and meek-
With grief the fair Eliza died.

FORGET THEE.

FORGET thee!-in my banquet hall

Go ask my fellow men;

Or ask the tear that secret falls,

If I forget thee then.

The midnight hours, with song and wine,

I ever shar'd with thee;

The midnight hours, they still are thine,

And fatal memory!

Forget thee! in the mirthful dance,

There steals some eye's bright ray,

Like thine-that makes me with its glance Turn swift in tears away.