WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE. German Air. I. WHEN the first summer bee O'er the young rose shall hover, Then, like that gay rover, I'll come to thee. He to flowers, I to lips, full of sweets to the brim- II. Then, to every bright tree In search of new sweetness through thousands he'll run, THOUGH 'TIS ALL BUT A DREAM. French Air. 1. THOUGH 'tis all but a dream at the best, Is so sweet, that I ask for no more. Ay-'tis all but a dream, etc. II. By friendship we oft are deceived, Yet friendship will still be believed, The web in the leaves the spider weaves Ay-'tis all but a dream, etc. 'TIS WHEN THE CUP IS SMILING. Italian Air. "TIs when the cup is smiling before us, And we pledge round to hearts that are true, boy, true, That the sky of this life opens o'er us, And Heaven gives a glimpse of its blue. Talk of Adam in Eden reclining, We are better, far better off thus, boy, thus; II. When on one side the grape-juice is dancing, WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME? WHERE shall we bury our shame ? Where, in what desolate place, Hide the last wreck of a name Broken and stain'd by disgrace? Death may dissever the chain, Oppression will cease when we're gone ; But the dishonour, the stain, II. Was it for this we sent out Do you not, e'en in your graves, Shudder, as o'er you we tread? NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S GLOOMY SCHOOLS. Mahratta Air. I. NE'ER talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools; Give me the sage who's able To draw his moral thoughts and rules From the bumper that but crowns his glass, II. The diamond sleeps within the mine, While Truth, more precious, dwells in wine, Who thus can, like Leander, swim HERE SLEEPS THE BARD! Highland Air. HERE sleeps the Bard who knew so well II. Sleep, mute Bard! unheeded now. The storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow;— NATIONAL AIRS. No. V. DO NOT SAY THAT LIFE IS WANING. Danish Air. I. Do not say that life is waning, Or that Hope's sweet day is set, While I've thee and Love remaining, Light is in th' horizon yet. II. Do not think those charms are flying,- Beauty hath a grace undying, Which in thee survives them all. III. Not for charms, the newest, brightest, THE GAZELLE. Hindoo Air. I. Dost thou not hear the silver bell, Thro' yonder lime-trees ringing? "Tis my Lady's light gazelle, To me her love-thoughts bringing,— All the while that silver bell Around his dark neck ringing. S II. See, in his mouth he bears a wreath Welcome, dear gazelle, to thee, Hail! ye living speaking flowers, NO,-LEAVE MY HEART TO REST. No,-leave my heart to rest, if rest it may, To some poor leaf that's fall'n and dead, Bring back the hue it wore, the scent it shed? No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it may, When youth, and Love, and Hope have pass'd away. II. Oh! had I met thee then, when life was bright, When wreck'd and lost his bark before him lies! When Youth, and Love, and Hope have pass'd away. |