Still their watchful looks they bend; Hush! hush! But ere they get it to the shore, He snaps the line, they're balk'd once more; That they have caught Caught what? A cold!. O! the joys of angling; O! the joys of angling. Mermaid's Song. Follow, follow through the sea, To the mermaid's melody: Safely, freely shalt thou range, Through things dreadful, quaint, and strange, And through liquid walls behold Wonders that may not be told, Treasures too for ages lost, Gems surpassing human cost, Fearless, follow, follow me, Through the treasures of the sea. Faults of the Fair. The faults of the fair sex are trifling and few, All, all are so gentle, so good, and so true, Alone here without them, deserted indeed O! give me but this, not a wish have I left, "Tis my pray'r, that in this world I ne'er be bereft Of that blessing-dear woman's affection. The Fairies' Song. A TRIO. Within this shelter'd mossy dell, Light dancing on the daisied ground, Around the mushroom's tawny breast, O sweetly thus our moments fly, I see them on their winding way. I see them on their winding way, Blend with the notes of victory; And waving arms, and banners bright, They're lost and gone-the moon is past, The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast, And fainter, fainter, fainter still, The march is rising o'er the hill. I see them, &c. &c. Again, again, the pealing drum, To sigh yet feel no pain. To sigh yet feel no pain, To weep yet scarce know why; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none; To think all other charms divine, This is love-careless love- To keep one sacred flame Through life unchill'd, unmov'd; To love in wintry age the same To feel that we adore To such refin'd excess, That though the heart would break with more, This is love-faithful love,- Mary, list, awake! Mary, dear Mary, list, awake! And now like the moon thy slumbers break. O lift, but a moment, the sash with thy hand, My love, Mary! Kiss but that hand to me! Gently awake, and gently arise ! Oh, for a kiss to unclose thine eyes; The vapor of sleep should fly softly the while, O lift, but a moment, the sash with thy hand, My love, Mary! Kiss but that hand to me! Hark! do I hear thee?-Yes, 'tis thou, And now there's thy hand, and I see thee now; { Thou look'st like a rose in a crystal stream, For thy face, love, is bathed in the moonlight gleam! In the arms of an angel like thee! Nay, stay but a moment-one moment of bliss, My love, Mary! Smile but forgiveness to me. Nobody, sweet, can hear our sighs, Thy voice just comes on the soft air and dies. Till I've stretched out my arms, and my tears have be gun, And nature, and heaven, and thou, seemed but one. My love, Mary! Thou dearer than life to me. Tell me, are ye sleepin', Maggie! Tell me, are ye sleepin', Maggie ? Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie ! No a starn in a' the carie, Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And winds drive on wi' winter's fury. |