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SONG FROM ENAMORADO.

FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze!
Clash music! in a tempest wild and free,
Ring out, O bells! above the waving trees,
Shine sun, earth smile, and add thy voice, O sea!
My Lady-lady loves me.

Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong,
Hill echoes! founts that plashing purl and ream!
Sweet singing birds! that twitter all day long
For my wantonness, be this the theme

My Lady-lady loves me.

O unseen spirits! faery ministers

That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice
And stream your flowing hair, less bright than hers,
Join in the chorus with your unheard voice:
My Lady-lady loves me!

TWILIGHT SONG.

FROM DE ROBERVAL.

THE mountain peaks put on their hoods,
Good night!

And the long shadows of the woods
Would fain the landscape cover quite,-

The timid pigeons homeward fly,

ared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry,
Whoo-oop! whoo-oop!

a fiend he flitteth by;

stall, the fowl to coop,

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JOHN HUNTER DUVAR.

[Born 1830.]

FROM ENAMORADO.

As rolls a wave of perfume o'er the sea
From rosefields windward, down to us a-lee,
In wave of languor cometh love to me.

As all oppressed with sweets is July noon,

And leaves lack breath, and linnets cease their tune, In noontide heat of love I faint and swoon.

As when the ardent sky grows overcast,
And ill winds rave, and dips the chaloup's mast,
I wake! the dream of love hath drifted past.

MAZIAS (sings).

Lost to my vision, yet within my heart
The latest look of thine is fondly limned,

And though the bitter fate that bade us part,
Heard no complaint and saw no eyelid dimmed,
My heart in secret weeps as bitter tear
As mother's wept above her dead son's bier.
More happy are the dead who bid adieu
Than they whom the last farewell leaveth lorn,
For the dead live in form affection drew,-
The dead may not regret-the living mourn,
So could I claim the love the living give,
For far from thy dear love I die yet live.

SONG FROM ENAMORADO.

FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze!
Clash music! in a tempest wild and free,
Ring out, O bells! above the waving trees,
Shine sun, earth smile, and add thy voice, O sea!
My Lady-lady loves me.

Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong, Hill echoes! founts that plashing purl and ream! Sweet singing birds! that twitter all day long For my wantonness, be this the theme

My Lady-lady loves me.

O unseen spirits! faery ministers

That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice
And stream your flowing hair, less bright than hers,
Join in the chorus with your unheard voice:
My Lady-lady loves me!

TWILIGHT SONG.

FROM DE ROBERVAL.

THE mountain peaks put on their hoods,
Good night!

And the long shadows of the woods
Would fain the landscape cover quite,—
The timid pigeons homeward fly,

Scared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry,
Whoo-oop! whoo-oop!

As like a fiend he flitteth by;

The ox to stall, the fowl to coop,

JOHN HUNTER DUVAR.

[Born 1830.]

FROM ENAMORADO.

As rolls a wave of perfume o'er the sea
From rosefields windward, down to us a-lee,
In wave of languor cometh love to me.

As all oppressed with sweets is July noon,

And leaves lack breath, and linnets cease their tune, In noontide heat of love I faint and swoon.

As when the ardent sky grows overcast,

And ill winds rave, and dips the chaloup's mast,
I wake! the dream of love hath drifted past.

MAZIAS (sings).

Lost to my vision, yet within my heart
The latest look of thine is fondly limned,
And though the bitter fate that bade us part,
Heard no complaint and saw no eyelid dimmed,
My heart in secret weeps as bitter tear

As mother's wept above her dead son's bier.
More happy are the dead who bid adieu
Than they whom the last farewell leaveth lorn,
For the dead live in form affection drew,-
The dead may not regret-the living mourn,
So could I claim the love the living give,
For far from thy dear love I die yet live.

SONG FROM ENAMORADO.

FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze!
Clash music! in a tempest wild and free,
Ring out, O bells! above the waving trees,
Shine sun, earth smile, and add thy voice, O sea!
My Lady-lady loves me.

Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong,
Hill echoes! founts that plashing purl and ream!
Sweet singing birds! that twitter all day long
For my wantonness, be this the theme

My Lady-lady loves me.

O unseen spirits! faery ministers

That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice
And stream your flowing hair, less bright than hers,
Join in the chorus with your unheard voice:
My Lady-lady loves me !

TWILIGHT SONG.

FROM DE ROBERVAL.

THE mountain peaks put on their hoods,
Good night!

And the long shadows of the woods
Would fain the landscape cover quite,-
The timid pigeons homeward fly,

Scared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry,
Whoo-oop! whoo-oop!

As like a fiend he flitteth by;

The ox to stall, the fowl to coop,

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