And though of some plumes bereft, GO, THEN-"TIS VAIN. Go, then-'tis vain to hover Thus round a hope that's deadAt length my dream is over, "Twas sweet-'twas false-'tis fled! Farewell; since nought it moves thee, Such truth as mine to see,-Some one, who far less loves thee, Perhaps more blest 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 blest than I. BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS! 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'lt find her yet in Heaven! THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS. O'ER mountains bright w. snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along, 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 Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant. O'er mountains, etc. Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose We thither bend our headlong way; And though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair. O'er mountains, etc. ROW GENTLY HERE. Venetian Air. OH! DAYS OF YOUTH. French Air. Dн! days of youth and joy, long clouded, Why thus for ever haunt my view? When in the grave your light lay shrouded, Why did not Memory die there too? Vainly doth Hope her strain now sing me, Whispering of joys that yet remain No, no, never more can this life bring PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS! Catalonian Air. PEACE to the slumberers! 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 thei s Of whom his sword bereft us, Ere we forget the deep arrears Of vengeance they have left us ! WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER. blessed my sight, Oh! what a vision then came o'er me! Long years of love, of calm and pure Sicilian Air. WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright, Ere I could doubt or thou deceiveOh! then remembering how swift went by Those hours of transport, even thou may'st sigh. Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own That love like ours was far too sweet THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS. O'ER mountains bright w. snow and light, We Crystal Hunters speed along, 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; Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant. O'er mountains, etc. Sometimes, when o'er the Alpine rose We thither bend our headlong way; And though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair. O'er mountains, etc. ROW GENTLY HERE. Row gently here, my gondolier; sa softly wake the tide, That not an ear on earth may hear, but hers to whom we glide. Had Heaven but tongues to speak, well as starry eyes to a | Oh! think what tell Why thus for ever haunt my view? When in the grave your light lay shrouded, Why did not Memory die there too? Vainly doth Hope her strain now sing me, Whispering of joys that yet remain No, no, never more can this life bring PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS! me One joy that equals youth's sweet pain. 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? 'Tis not that then no pain could sting me 'Tis 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. Catalonian Air. PEACE to the slumberers ! They lie on the battle plain, Vain was their bravery! The fallen oak lies where it lay, But brave hearts, once swept away, Our limbs shall lie as cold as thei a Ere we forget the deep arrears WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER. blessed my sight, a vision then came o'er me! f love, of calm and pure Sicilian Air. WHEN thou shalt wander by that sweet We used to gaze on so many an eve, Ere I could doubt or thou deceive- Yes, proud one! even thy heat : love like ours was fart To be, like summer garments thrown | Love, who saw the whole proceeding, then. WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS? Portuguese Air. HYMEN late, his love-knots selling, Hymen's call was welcome to them. Maids who now first dreamed of trying Who'll buy my love-knots ? All at that sweet cry assembled; Some laughed, some blushed, and some trembled. 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 Wares on Hymen's hands-Good morning!' SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN. And earth, from sin awaking, hails the light! See, those groups of Angels, winging from the realms above, On their sunny brows from Eden bringing wreaths of Hope and Love. Hark-their hymns of glory pealing through the air, To mortal ears revealing who lies there! NETS AND CAGES. COME, listen to my story, while Such florid songs as ours, Yet Truth sometime, like Eastern dames, Can speak her thoughts by flowers. Then listen, maids, come listen, while Your needle's task you ply; At what I sing there's some may smile, While some perhaps will sigh. Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, Such nets had learned to frame, |