THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts without caring who feels 'em ; Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! II. The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray, "By adoring, perhaps you may move me!" But the blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and I'm yours if you love me!" The blue eye, half hid, "I love, and am yours if you love me!" dear Fanny! III. Then tell me oh! why, In that lovely eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! Oh! why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover, dear Fanny? CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT! I. CEASE, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. All its joys and pains To others I resign; But be the vacant heart, The careless bosom mine. Then cease, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. Say, oh say no more That lover's pains are sweet! I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. Weeping day and night, Consuming life in sighs, This is the lover's lot, And this I ne'er could prize. Then say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet! I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. DEAR FANNY! I. SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you must not be caught so: Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, And 'tis not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny. II. "She is lovely!" Then love her, nor let the bliss fly; Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not, which then we hid not. And wish'd, in every murmur'd sigh, She felt my lips' impassion❜d touch 'Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not, and yet she chid not; Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I press'd it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not, though gently bid not; And yet who did not, and yet who did not. If sunshine cannot dissolve thy snow, FANNY WAS IN THE GROVE. I. FANNY was in the grove, And Lubin, her boy, was nigh; And her soul was warm as her eye. Fanny was made for bliss, But she was young and shy; She blush'd, and said with a sigh They wander'd beneath the shade, Her eye was dimm'd with a tear, Was thrilling with love and fear. Sweetly along the grove The birds sang all the while, With a frown that was half a smile "Oh! oh! why did Lubin sue? “Oh! oh! why did Lubin sue?" Viver en Cadenas. FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. 1. FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains HERE'S THE BOWER. I. HERE'S the bower she loved so much, Here's the harp she used to touch — Oh! how that touch enchanted! Roses now unheeded sigh; Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie; Where's the lip to breathe them? Here's the bower she loved so much, Spring may bloom, but she we loved Years were days, when here she stray'd, Here's the bower she loved so much, Here's the harp she used to touch Oh! how that touch enchanted! HOLY BE THE PILGRIM'S SLEEP. HOLY be the Pilgrim's sleep, From the dreams of terror free; Hark! hark! did I hear a vesper swell? No, no- it is my loved Pilgrim's prayer: Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep! O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming? And, Pilgrim, say, where art thou going? Peace to them whose days are done, Here, then, my Pilgrim's course is o'er : "Tis my master! 'tis my master! Welcome here once more; Come to our shed all toil is over; Pilgrim no more, but knight and lover. I CAN NO LONGER STIFLE. I. I CAN no longer stifle, How much I long to rifle Of you, you lovely trifle! You can no longer doubt it, Or on my word, I'll try to do without it. II. This pretty thing's as light, Sir, As any paper kite, Sir, And here and there, |