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But fill the cup, where'er, boy,
Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find love there, boy,
So drink them all! so drink them all!
Some looks there are, so holy,
They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, As splendid beacons, solely,
To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. While some-oh! ne'er believe themWith tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!)
The other way, the other way.
But fill the cup, etc.
In some, as in a mirror,
Love seems pourtray'd, Love seems pour
But shun the flattering error,
'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade.
Himself has fix'd his dwelling
In eyes we know, in eyes we know,
And lips-but this is telling,
So here they go! so here they go!
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
AIR-The Lamentation of Aughrim.
FORGET not the field where they perish'd,
All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd
Oh! could we from death but recover
Could the chain for an instant be riven
But 'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story
Accurst is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.
Far dearer the grave or the prison.
Than the trophies of all, who have risen
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
AIR-Noch bonin shin doe.
THEY may ran at this life from the hour I be
I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And until they can shew me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with
As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,
As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and
In Mercury's star where each minute can bring
New sunshine and wit from the fountain on
Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing
They've none, even there, more enamour'd
And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to
And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.
In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour,
At twilight so often, we've roam'd through the
There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender,
And look, in their twilights, 2 as lovely as you. But though they were even more bright than the
Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never these fair young celestials have seen, Why, this earth is the planet for you, love, and
Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs.
Pluralité des Mondes.
2 La Terre pourra être pour Vénus l'étoile du berger et la mère des amours, comme Vénus l'est pour nous.—
As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally
Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station,
Heav'n knows, we have plenty on earth we could spare.
Oh think what a world we should have of it ̈`
If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me.
OH, FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!
OH, for the swords of former time!
Oh, for the men who bore them,
When pure yet, ere courts began
With honours to enslave him,
The best honours worn by man
Were those which Virtue gave him.
Oh, for the swords of former time ! etc.