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THEN farewell, my trim-built wherry,
Shall your Thomas take a spell.
But to hope and peace a stranger,
Some friendly ball will lay me low.
Then mayhap, when homeward steering
With a sigh, may cry-poor Tom.
THE kiss, dear maid, thy lips have left,
Till happier hours restore the gift
The parting glance that fondly gleams,
The tear that from the eyelid streams
The kiss, &c.
I ask no pledge to make me blest,
Must bear the love it cannot show,
And silent ache for thee.
The kiss, &c.
BRITONS, UNITED, MUST PREVAIL.
My ship's my house, my home, my land,
My children those whom I command,
For treasure, I've my seamen's love,
To venture forth, he soon may prove,
MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE
MARY, I believed thee true,
And I was blest in thus believing;
Oh! I have loved thee too sincerely!
Fare thee well! yet think awhile
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee; Who now would rather trust that smile,
And die with thee than live without thee.
Fare thee well! I'll think on thee,
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting woman, see
My peace is gone, my heart is broken.
THE MINUTE GUN.
WHEN in the storm on Albion's coast,
Swift on the shore a hardy few
For they go the crew to save.
But, oh! what rapture fills each breast
Of all the dangers that befell:
Then heard is no more,
By the watch on the shore,
The minute gun at sea.
TO GUARD FROM FOES HER NATIVE LAND.
WHEN Vulcan forg'd the bolts of Jove,
But finding in the boundless deep,
Long may she hold the awful right,
While if assail'd in future wars,
I SAW THEE WEEP.
I SAW thee weep-the big bright tear
I saw thee smile the sapphire's blaze
It could not match the living rays
As clouds from yonder sun receive
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
PALE faces stand by,
And our bright ones adore;
We look like our wine,
You worse than our score.
Come, light up your pimples,
When the plump god doth paint,
Clean glasses are pencils,
He that sits for his picture,
WHEN WE DWELL ON THE LIPS. WHEN We dwell on the lips of the lass we adore, Not a pleasure in nature is missing;
May his soul rest in heaven! he deserves it, I'm sure,
Master Adam, I verily think was the man,
PROUD WOMAN I SCORN YOU.
PROUD Woman I scorn you, brisk wine's my delight,
I'm a king when I hug you, much more when I kiss
LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS.
LOVE wakes and weeps,
O for Music's softest numbers!
To prompt a theme
For Beauty's dream,
Soft as the pillow of her slumbers.