When Memory links the tone that is gone To a heart more heavenly still that is near ! The warrior's heart, when touched by me, As his own white plume, that high amid death When Music has reached her inward soul, Like the silent stars, that wink and listen F all the arts beneath the heaven, That man has found, or God has given, As Music's melting, mystic lay; Slight emblem of the bliss above, It soothes the spirit all to love. HOGG. MUSIC. H! perfect is a plaintive tune When slowly sung at fall of even, Remembrance rises faint and dim, Of sorrows suffered long ago, WILSON. MUSIC. S there a heart that Music cannot melt? He needs not woo the Muse; he is her scorn. The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine; Sncak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine. BEATTIE Has left, like portions of its light, on earth, The painter's hues stand visible before us In power and beauty; we can trace the thoughts MISS LANDON. MUSIC. WEET charmer of the cottage and the throneThe desert and the crowded city's throngs— Oh, let me hear thee, whilst I stand alone Among the green hills captive to thy songs! Or when amid the world's unfeeling wrongs To chain to imaged scenes my gladdened soul, For thou, O Music, canst assuage the pain, As through the mind thy plaints harmonious thrill, Thou call'st the soldier to the field of fame, And hoverest o'er them in the vocal groves, And hear'st each whispered vow affection's ear approves Unto devotion thou dost furnish wings, Making soar above the things of earth; With thee, the soul unto the fountain springs, Which shall renew it to a second birth: God, and his power, and his unbounded worth Thou hallowedst, when light from chaos sprang, And heaven's high host were jubilant in mirth, And the wide firmament with harping rang, And listening, star to star, in their staid courses, sang! Nature is full of thee:-the summer bower The bee his concert keeps from flower to flower, Brook calls to brook as down the hill they stray; REV. W. B. CLARKE LOVE. &N peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the camp, the court, the grove, SCOTT. LOVE. RUE Love's the gift which God has given Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die. It is the sacred sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind. SCOTT. LOVE. HAPPY Love! where Love like this is found, O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me thus declare— If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. LOVE. WHEY sin who tell us Love can die. All others are but vanity. In heaven Ambition cannot dwell, But Love is indestructible: Its holy flame for ever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth : At times deceived, at times oppressed, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest: BURNS SOUTHEY. LOVE. H! not when hopes are brightest, Is all fond woman's fervour shown. |