How the wise one smiled, When safe o'er the torrent, Dripping from the current! Died of that cold river! THEN, FARE THEE WELL. THEN, fare thee well! my own dear This world has now for us, Had we but known, since first we met, But no, alas! we've never seen One glimpse of pleasure's ray, But still there came some cloud between, And chased it all away, dear love! and Yet, e'en could those sad moments last, than years of mirth apart! Farewell! our hope was born in fears, And nursed 'mid vain regrets! Like winter suns, it rose in tears, Like them in tears it sets, dear love! like them in tears it sets! GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET. GAILY sounds the castanet, Oh! then, how sweet to move Then, the joyous banquet spread Into the loved one's ear, When the dance and feast are dore, And words whose parting tone LOVE IS A HUNTER-BOY. LOVE is a hunter-boy, Ensnares them night and day Love tracks them everywhere; Love shoots them flying there. At early dawn to trace And most he loves through snow None tracked before him there. COME, CHASE THAT STARTING COME, chase that starting tear away, Like sunset gleams, that linger late Are hours like these we snatch from The brightest and the last. Then, chase that starting tear, etc. To gild our darkening life, if Heaven But one bright hour allow, Oh! think that one bright hour is given, In all its splendour, now! Let's live it out-then sink in night, Like waves that from the shore One minute swell-are touched with light Then lost for evermore. Then, chase that starting tear, etc. HEAR ME BUT ONCE. HEAR me but once, while o'er the grave, Of joys now lost and charms now fled, Who could have thought the smile he wore, When first we met, would fade away? Or that a chill would e'er come o'er Those eyes so bright through many a day? JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING! Portuguese Air. WHISPERINGS, heard by wakeful maids, To whom the night-stars guide usStolen walks through moonlight shades, With those we love beside us. Hearts beating, at meeting,Tears starting, at parting; Oh! sweet youth, how soon it fades! Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting! WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD. WHEN Love was a child, and went idling round, 'Mong flowers the whole summer's day, But Love didn't know--and at his weak years What urchin was likely to know ?— That sorrow had made of her own salt tears That fountain which murmured below. He caught at the wreath-but with too much haste, As boys when impatient will do— It fell in those waters of briny taste, And the flowers were all wet through. Yet this is the wreath he wears night and day; And though it all sunny appears With Pleasure's own lustre, each leaf, they say, Still tastes of the Fountain of Tears. SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY? Sicilian Air. SAY, what shall be our sport to-day? Of those days, alas! gone by, When I loved each hour-I scarce knew whom,- And was blest-I scarce knew why. Ay, those were days when life had wings, Aud flew-oh, flew so wild a height, That, like the lark which sunward THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS. O'ER mountains bright w. snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves, Each instant echo to our song; And when we meet with stores of gems, We grudge not kings their diadems. O'er mountains bright with snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves Each instant echo to our song. No lover half so fondly dreams Of sparkles from his lady's eyes, As we of those refreshing gleams That tell where deep the crystal lies Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant. O'er mountains, etc. Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose ; We thither bend our headlong way ; And though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair. O'er mountains, etc. ROW GENTLY HERE. Row gently here, my gondolicr; so softly wake the tide, That not an ear on earth may hear, but hers to whom we glide. Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well as starry eyes to see, Oh! think what tales 'twould have to tell of wandering youths like me! Now rest thee here, my gondolier; hush, hush, for up I go, To climb yon light balcony's height, while thou keep'st watch below. Ah! did we take for heaven above but half such pains as we Take day and night for woman's love, what angels we should be! Whispering of joys that yet remain No, no, never more can this life bring PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS! Catalonian Air. PEACE to the slumberers ! They lie on the battle plain, With no shroud to cover them; The dew and the summer rain Are all that weep over them. Vain was their bravery ! The fallen oak lies where it lay, Across the wintry river; But brave hearts, once swept away, Are gone, alas! for ever. Woe to the conqueror ! Our limbs shall lie as cold as thei s Of whom his sword bereft us, Ere we forget the deep arrears Of vengeance they have left us ! WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER. blessed my sight, Oh! what a vision then came o'er me! Long years of love, of calm and pure delight, Seemed in that smile to pass before me, Ne'er did the peasant dream, ne'er dream of summer skies, Of golden fruit and harvests springing, With fonder hope than I of those sweet Sicilian Air. WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright, Ere I could doubt or thou deceiveOh! then remembering how swift went by Those hours of transport, even thou may'st sigh. Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own That love like ours was far too swed To be, like summer garments thrown | Love, who saw the whole proceeding, Aside when past the summer's heat; Would have laughed, but for goodAnd wish in vain to know again breeding; Such days, such nights as bless'd thee then. WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS? Portuguese Air. HYMEN late, his love knots selling, Hymen's call was welcome to them. Maids who now first dreamed of trying 'Who'll buy my love-knots ? Who'll buy my love-knots ? All at that sweet cry assembled ; Some laughed, some blushed, and some trembled. While old Hymen, who was used to Cries like that these dames gave loose to "Take back our love-knots! Take back our love-knots !'Coolly said, "There's no returning Wares on Hymen's hands-Good morning !' SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN. And earth, from sin awaking, hails the light! See, those groups of Angels, winging from the realms above, On their sunny brows from Eden bringing wreaths of Hope and Love. Hark-their hymns of glory pealing through the air, To mortal ears revealing who lies there! NETS AND CAGES. COME, listen to my story, while Yet Truth sometime, like Eastern Can speak her thoughts by flowers. Then listen, maids, come listen, while Your needle's task you ply; Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, |