When, after daylight's golden set, Oh! then, how sweet to move Through all that maze of mirth, Lighted by those eyes we love Beyond all eyes on earth. Then, the joyous banquet spread On the cool and fragrant ground, With night's bright eye-beams overhead, And still brighter sparkling round. Oh! then, how sweet to say Into the loved one's ear, When the dance and feast are done, And words whose parting tone That haunt young hearts alone. LOVE IS A HUNTER-BOY. Languedocian Air. Love is a hunter-boy, Who makes young hearts his prey, And in his nets of joy Ensnares them night and day. In vain conceal'd they lie Love tracks them every where; In vain aloft they fly Love shoots them flying there. But 't is his joy most sweet, The print of Beauty's feet, And give the trembler chase. And most he loves through snow To trace those footsteps fair, For then the boy doth know None track'd before him there. Let's live it out-then sink in night, Then, chase that starting tear, etc. JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING! Portuguese Air. WHISPRINGS, heard by wakeful maids, Hearts beating, at meeting,- Oh! sweet youth, how soon it fades! HEAR ME BUT ONCE. HEAR me but once, while o'er the grave, Of joys now lost and charms now fled: Who could have thought the smile he wore, When first we met, would fade away? Or that a chill would e'er come o'er No. III. WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD. Swedish Air. WHEN Love was a child, and went idling round, O'erhead, from the trees, hung a garland fair, A fountain ran darkly beneath COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY!'T was Pleasure that hung the bright flowers up there; French Air. COME, chase that starting tear away, Ere mine to meet it springs; To-night, at least, to-night be gay, Whate'er to-morrow brings! Like sun-set gleams, that linger late When all is dark'ning fast, Are hours like these we snatch from FateThe brightest and the last. Then, chase that starting tear, etc. Oh! think that one bright hour is given, Love knew it, and jump'd at the wreath. But Love did n't know-and at his weak years What urchin was likely to know?— That Sorrow had made of her own salt tears That fountain which murmur'd below. He caught at the wreath-but with too much haste, As boys when impatient will do It fell in those waters of briny taste, And the flowers were all wet through. Yet this is the wreath he wears night and day, With Pleasure's own lustre, each leaf, they say, SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY? Sicilian Air. SAY, what shall be our sport to-day? There's nothing on earth, in sea or air, Of those days, alas! gone by, When I loved each hour-1 scarce knew whom,- Ay, those were days when life had wings, BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS! Welsh Air. BRIGHT be thy dreams!-may all thy weeping Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping: Those by death or seas removed, Friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee, All thou 'st ever prized or loved, In dreams come smiling to thee! There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest; Still the same-no charm forgotNothing lost that life had given; Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou 'It find her yet in Heaven! While grots and caves, and icy waves, Each instant echo to our song; And, when we meet with stores of gems, We grudge not kings their diadems. O'er mountains bright with snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves, Each instant echo to our song. No lover half so fondly dreams Of sparkles from his lady's eyes, As we of those refreshing gleams That tell where deep the crystal lies; Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose We thither bend our headlong way; ROW GENTLY HERE. Row gently here, my gondolier; So softly wake the tide, That not an ear on earth may hear, But hers to whom we glide. Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well Oh! think what tales 't would have to tell To climb yon light balcony's height, But half such pains as we Take day and night for woman's love, 323 GO, THEN-T IS VAIN. Sicilian Air. Go, then-'t is vain to hover Thus round a hope that 's dead; At length my dream is over, "T was sweet-'t was false-'t is fled! Farewell, since nought it moves thee Such truth as mine to see; Some one, who far less loves thee, Perhaps more bless'd will be. Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness New life around me shed! Farewell, false heart, whose lightness Now leaves me death instead! Go, now, those charms surrender To some new lover's sigh, One who, though far less tender, May be more bless'd than I. THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS. O'ER mountains bright with snow and light, OH! DAYS OF YOUTH. On! days of youth and joy, long clouded, Dim lies the way to death before me, Cold winds of Time blow round my brow; Sunshine of youth that once fell o'er me, Where is your warmth, your glory now? 'T is not that then no pain could sting me'T is not that now no joys remain; Oh! it is that life no more can bring me One joy so sweet as that worst pain. WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE. Venetian Air. WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, bless'd my sight, Seem'd in that smile to pass before me. Ne'er did the peasant dream, ne'er dream of summer skies, Of golden fruit and harvests springing, Where now are all those fondly promised hours? Or aught that 's known for grace and lightness. Short as the Persian's prayer, his prayer at close of day, Must be each vow of Love's repeating; Quick let him worship Beauty's precious ray- PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS! Catalonian Air. PEACE to the slumberers! They lie on the battle plain, With no shroud to cover them; The dew and the summer rain Are all that weep over them. Vain was their bravery! The fallen oak lies where it lay, Across the wintry river; But brave hearts, once swept away, Are gone, alas! for ever. Woe to the conqueror! Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs Of whom his sword bereft us, Ere we forget the deep arrears Of vengeance they have left us! WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER. Sicilian Air. WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own Such days, such nights, as bless'd thee then. WHO 'LL BUY MY LOVE KNOTS? HYMEN late, his love-knots selling, « Who 'll buy my love-knots? Maids who now first dream'd of trying Who 'll buy my love-knots?»> Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled. << Here are knots,» said Hymen, taking Some loose flowers, « of Love's own making; Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em>— (These, of course, found ready custom). << Come buy my love-knots! Come buy my love-knots! Some are labell'd 'Knots to tie men'- Scarce their bargains were completed, When the nymphs all cried, « We're cheated! See these flowers-they 're drooping sadly; This gold-knot, too, ties but badly— Who'd buy such love-knots? Who'd buy such love-knots? Even this tie, with Love's name round it— Love, who saw the whole proceeding, Would have laugh'd, but for good-breeding; While Old Hymen, who was used to Cries like that these dames gave loose to«Take back our love-knots! Take back our love-knots!» Coolly said, «There's no returning HOW OFT, WHEN WATCHING STARS. Savoyard Air. How oft, when watching stars grow pale, And round me sleeps the moonlight scene, To hear a flute through yonder vale 1 from my casement lean. «Oh! come, my love!» each note it utters seems to say; «Oh! come, my love! the night wears fast away!»> No, ne'er to mortal ear Can words, though warm they be, Then quick my own light lute I seek, And strike the chords with loudest swell; « I come, my love?» each sound they utter seems to say; << I come, my love! thine, thine till break of day.»> Oh! weak the power of words, The hues of painting dim, Compared to what those simple chords "T IS WHEN THE CUP IS SMILING. 'T IS 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 ; For him but two bright eyes were shining See what numbers are sparkling for us! When on one side the grape-juice is dancing, 'T is enough, 't wixt the wine and the glancing, To disturb even a saint from his dreams. Though this life like a river is flowing, I care not how fast it goes on, boy, on, While the grape on its bank still is growing, And such eyes light the waves as they run. WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE. German Air. 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- Then, to every bright tree In the garden he'll wander, In search of new sweetness through thousands he 'll run, WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME ? Neapolitan Air. WHERE shall we bury our shame ? Where, in what desolate place, Hide the last wreck of a name Broken and stain'd by disgrace? Die as we may, will live on. Was it for this we sent out Liberty's cry from our shore? Was it for this that her shout Thrill'd to the world's very core? Thus to live cowards and slavesOh! ye free hearts that lie dead! Do you not, e'en in your graves, Shudder, as o'er you we tread? THOUGH "T IS ALL BUT A DREAM. French Air. THOUGH 't is all but a dream, at the best, Is so sweet, that I ask for no more. Ay-t is all but a dream, etc. By friendship we oft are deceived, And find the love we clung to past; And love trusted on to the last. Is like the charm Hope hangs o'er men ; NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S GLOOMY SCHOOLS! Mahratta Air. NE'ER talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools! The diamond sleeps within the mine, |