BALLADS, SONGS, ETC. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em ; Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Then say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet. I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. DEAR FANNY. SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you must not be caught so; Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT! So wild a flame approve. All its joys and pains But be the vacant heart, The careless bosom mine. Then cease, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. Say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet! I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. And this I ne'er could prize. And 't is not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny. "She is lovely!" Then love her, nor let the bliss fly; "T is the charm of youth's vanishing season: Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason, Dear Fanny? DID NOT. "T WAS a new feeling-something more And wish'd, in every murmur'd sigh, She felt my lips' impassion'd touch- Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I press'd it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not, though gently bid not; Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers, who so nearly err'd, And yet who did not, and yet who did not. FANNY, DEAREST! OH! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, Fanny, dearest! for thee I'd sigh; And every smile on my cheek should turn To tears, when thou art nigh. But, between love, and wine, and sleep, So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? Hark! hark! 't is the trumpet! the call of the brave, The death-song of tyrants and dirge of the slave. Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to her aid; One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade. From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- I CAN NO LONGER STIFLE. I CAN no longer stifle, How much I long to rifle And by the Lord, I'll try to do without it. Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove Thy wretched victim's fate, If, when deceived in love, He could not fly to hate! This pretty thing's as light, Sir, And here and there, And God knows where, She takes her wheeling flight, Sir. Of straw, or nobs, She whisks us where she 'chuses. I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. I SAW the moon rise clear O'er hills and vales of snow, Nor told my fleet rein-deer The path which leads to you. The gloom that winter cast How soon the heart forgets! When summer brings, at last, The sun that never sets. So dawn'd my love for you; Thus chasing every pain, Than summer sun more true, "T will never set again. High flames the sword in his hand once more; Is then the sound that charms, Light went the harp when the War-god, reclining, Lay lull'd on the white arm of Beauty to rest— When round his rich armour the myrtle hung twining, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest. But, when the battle came, The hero's eye breathed flame: Soon from his neck the white arm was flung; No other sounds were dear, But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets sung. But then came the light harp, when danger was ended, And Beauty once more lull'd the War-god to rest; When tresses of gold with his laurels lay blended, And flights of young doves made his helmet thei. nest. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Joys that pass away like this, If every beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! And with it break my heart. Once, when truth was in those eyes, For truth, alas! is gone. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! LITTLE MARY'S EYE. LITTLE Mary's eye Is roguish, and all that, Sir; But her little tongue Is quite too full of chat, sir. Since her eye can speak Enough to tell her blisses, If she stir her tongue, Why-stop her mouth with kisses! Oh! the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning; When the angels tempt us to it, Who can keep from sinning? Nanny's beaming eye She pluck'd a little posie, And Nanny's pallid cheek Soon grew sleek and rosy. Oh! the little girls, etc Sue, the pretty nun, Prays with warm emotion; Sweetly rolls her eye In love or in devotion. If her pious heart Softens to relieve you, She gently shares the crime, With, "Oh! may God forgive you!" Oh! the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it, Who can keep from sinning? LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sun-beam play'd; "Why thus in darkness lie?" whisper'd young Love, "Thou, whose gay hours should in sun-shine move." "I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, LOVE AND TIME. 'TIS said-but whether true or not But short the moments, short as bright, If Time to-day has had his flight, Love takes his turn to-morrow. And t' other takes to flying. But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel, Who knows-the dear one!-how to deal That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, And Time for ever wears 'em. This is Time's holiday; Oh! how he flies away! LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS WITH THEE. LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee; Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam, 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, Oh! if there be a charm 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 LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, linger'd there. And soon he found 't were vain to fly; A chain by beauty twined. 874 MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Where the Song of Freedom soundeth, There the warrior's arms Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Where the bond of slavery twineth, Hath no fleetness, Hath no sweetness- Cheerily then from hill and valley, Won by bravery, Sigh'd in slavery, Round the flag of Freedom rally, Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, Fair Lady! rest till morning blushes- OH! REMEMBER THE TIME. THE CASTILIAN MAID. OH! remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, 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 Oh! bless'd who in the battle dies! For the men of the East this day shall bleed, OH, LADY FAIR! OH, Lady fair! where art thou roaming? And who is the man, with his white locks flowing? A wand'ring Pilgrim, weak, I falter, To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. OH! SEE THOSE CHERRIES. OH! see those cherries-though once so glowing, Too soon they 'll wither, too soon they 'll fall. round, Oft on their ruby lips leaving love's wound Old Time thus fleetly his course is running; If bards were not moral, how maids would go And thus thy beauties, now sunn'd and sunning, glad So sweetly to save thee from ruin so sad ; OH! SOON RETURN! THE white sail caught the evening ray, |