Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play-- Whith none may hear but she and thou! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind! As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields:-the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping. NAMES. FROM LESSING. I ASKED my fair, one happy day, Ι What I should call her in my lay! By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neæra, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa, or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only call me Thine." DESIRE. WH HERE true Love burns, Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, HE LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. ER attachment may differ from yours in degree, But friendship how tender soever it be Gives no accord to Love, however refined. Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature revealing, If Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs: you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers. NOT AT HOME. THAT Jealousy may rule a mind I know; but ne'er expect to find She has a strange cast in her ee, And she looked to Mr. And leered like a love-sick pigeon. XIV. He saw a certain minister XV. The Devil quoted Genesis, Like a very learned clerk, How "Noah and his creeping things, He took from the poor, XVI. And he gave to the rich, And he shook hands with a Scotchman, For he was not afraid of the He saw with consternation, And back to hell his way did he take, For the Devil thought by a slight mistake It was general conflagration. And at evening evermore, In a chapel on the shore, Shall the chaunter, sad and saintly, Hark! the cadence dies away, On the quiet moonlight sea: The boatmen rest their oars and say, SONG. FROM "ZAPOLYA." A SUNNY shaft did I behold From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold- And thus he sang: "Adieu! adieu ! We must away; Far, far away! To day to day!" CHORAL SONG. FROM "ZAPOYLA.” UP, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay! "Tis must tend the flocks this morn, And scare the small birds from the corn. Not a soul at home may stay; For the shepherds must go To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. SONG OF THEKLA. FROM THE PICCOLOMINI, OR FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER. 'HE cloud doth gather, the green-wood roar, THE The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; |