LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. Each hour I number o'er- 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 sorrows 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 harmIf pleasure's truest spell Be to love well, 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. LOVE, WAND'RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze Of my beloved's hair, Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, linger'd there. And soon he found 't were vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tie- MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Merrily, on! merrily, oh! Where the Song of Freedom soundeth, There the warrior's arms Shine more tender Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Where the bond of slavery twineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness, Hath no sweetness Every flower of life declineth, Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh! Won by bravery, Sigh'd in slavery, NOW LET THE WARRIOR. Now let the warrior plume his steed, And wave his sword afar; For the men of the East this day shall bleed, To guide her holy band: The Knight of the Cross this day shall whelm The men of the Pagan land. Oh! bless'd who in the battle dies! God will enshrine him in the skies! Now let the warrior plume his steed, And wave his sword afar, For the men of the East this day shall bleed, And the sun shall blush with war. They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle Every hour a new passion can feel, And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, OH! SEE THOSE CHERRIES. On! see those cherries-though once so glowing, They've lain too long on the sun-bright wall; And mark! already their bloom is going; Too soon they 'il wither, too soon they 'll fall. Once, caught by their blushes, the light bird flew round, Oft on their ruby lips leaving love's wound; To taste wither'd cherries, when fresh may be found. Old Time thus fleetly his course is running; If bards were not moral, how maids would go wrong! And thus thy beauties, now sunn'd and sunning, OH! SOON RETURN! THE white sail caught the evening ray, Was, « Oh! soon return!» When evening bid the west wave burn, I thought I heard her faintly say, «Oh! soon return!-Oh! soon return!» If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee, 'T was when the combat raged around, And brave men look'd to me. But though 'mid battle's wild alarm Love's gentle power might not appear, He gave to glory's brow the charm Which made even danger dear. I heard that farewell voice once more, Though, brimm'd with blisses, pure and rare, Life's cup before me lay, Unless thy love were mingled there, I'd spurn the draught away. Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly Thou 'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Are worthless without thee. Without thy smile how joylessly All glory's meeds I see! My only world 's thy radiant eyes- Thon 'rt loved, adored by me, OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM. On! 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 awaT Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay, That Friendship our last happy moments wi crown: Like the shadows of morning, Love lessens away, While Friendship, like those at the closing of day, Will linger and lengthen as Life's sun goes down ONE DEAR SMILE. COULDST thou look as dear as when First I sigh'd for thee; Oh! how blissful life would be! Oh there's nothing left us now, Love so warm, so wild, to last. OH! YES, SO WELL. On yes, so well, so tenderly Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, POH, DERMOT! GO ALONG WITH YOUR Pон, Dermot ! go along with your goster, And oh! for the joys that are sweeter than dew Will you, will you, will you, will you, YOUNG JESSICA. YOUNG Jessica sat all the day, In love-dreams languishingly pining, Her needle bright neglected lay, Like truant genius idly shining. Jessy, 't is in idle hearts That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. A child who with a magnet play'd, And laughing said, «< We 'll steal it slily.>> The needle, having nought to do, Was pleased to let the magnet wheedle, Till closer still the tempter drew, And off, at length, eloped the needle. Now, had this needle turn'd its eye To some gay Ridicule's construction, It ne'er had stray'd from duty's tie, Nor felt a magnet's sly seduction. Girls, would you keep tranquil hearts, Your snowy fingers must be nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. THE RABBINICAL ORIGIN OF WOMEN. THEY tell us that Woman was made of a rib Just pick'd from a corner so snug in the side; But the Rabbins swear to you this is a fib, And it was not so at all that the sex was supplied. Derry down, down down derry down. For old Adam was fashion'd, the first of his kind, If such is the tie between women and men, Yet, if we may judge as the fashions prevail, FAREWELL, BESSY! SWEETEST love! I'll not forget thee, Time shall only teach my heart Fonder, warmer, to regret thee, Lovely, gentle as thou art! Farewell, Bessy! We may meet again. Yes, oh yes! again we meet, love! We may meet again. Yet I feel my heart is breaking When I think I stray from thee, Round the world that quiet seeking Which I fear is not for me. Farewell, Bessy! We may meet again. Calm to peace thy lover's bosom- Farewell, Bessy! TO-DAY, DEAREST! IS OURS. TO-DAY, dearest! is ours; Why should Love carelessly lose it? This life shines or lowers Just as we, weak mortals, use it. T is time enough, when its flowers decay, To think of the thorns of Sorrow; And Joy, if left on the stem to-day, May wither before to-morrow. Then why, dearest! so long Let the sweet moments fly over? Though now, blooming and young, Thou hast me devoutly thy lover, Yet time from both, in his silent lapse, Some treasure may steal or borrow; Thy charms may be less in bloom, perhaps, Or I less in love to-morrow. WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS. WHEN on the lip the sigh delays, As if 't would linger there for ever; When eyes would give the world to gaze, Yet still look down, and venture never; When, though with fairest nymphs we rove, There's one we dream of more than anyIf all this is not real love, 'T is something wondrous like it, Fanny! To think and ponder, when apart, On all we 've got to say at meeting; And yet when near, with heart to heart, Sit mute, and listen to their beating: To see but one bright object move, The only moon, where stars are many If all this is not downright love, I prithee say what is, my Fanny! |