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ELIEVE me, Lady, when the zephyrs bland
Not all the charm that ethnic fancy gave
To blessed arbours o'er the western wave,
Could wake a dream, more soothing or sublime,
Bright rose the morning, every wave was still,
Through plantain shades, that round, like awnings, twined
Never did weary bark more gladly glide,
Lending the scene an ever-changing grace,
SLUMBER, OH SLUMBER.
LUMBER, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak'st
Who slept one summer's day,
And, like a flower o'erladen
With too much sunshine, lay.
Slumber, oh slumber, &c.
"Breathe not, oh breathe not, ye winds, o'er her cheeks ; If mute thus she charm me, I'm lost when she speaks." Thus sing I, while, awaking,
She murmurs words that seem
As if her lips were taking
Farewell of some sweet dream.
Breathe not, oh breathe not, &e.
PHEN twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star, whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.
And thou too, on that orb so dear,
Dost often gaze at even,
And think, though lost for ever here,
Thou'lt yet be mine in heaven.
There's not a garden walk I tread,
But brings to mind some hope that's fled,
When, friends and foes forgiven,
The pains, the ills we've wept through here, May turn to smiles in heaven.
OH! ARRANMORE, LOVED ARRANMORE.
H! Arranmore, loved Arranmore,
How oft I dream of thee,
And of those days when, by thy shore,
How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs
At sunny morn I've stood,
That danced along thy flood!