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BALLADS AND SONGS.

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But the blue eye, half hid,
Says, from under its lid,

'I love, and I'm yours if you love me!'
Dear Fanny! dear Fanny!
The blue eye, half hid,
Says, from under its lid,

I love, and am yours if you love me! dear Fanny!

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.

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 lovers' 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.

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Viver en Cadenas.

FROM LIFE WITHOUT
FREEDOM.

FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly?

For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?

Hark!-hark! 'tis the trumpet! the call of the brave,

The death-song of tyrants and dirge of the slave.

Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to her aid;

One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade.

From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly?

For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?

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Spring may bloom, but she we loved Ne'er shall feel its sweetness! Time, that once so fleetly moved,

Now hath lost its fleetness.

Years were days, when here she strayed,
Days were moments near her;
Heaven ne'er formed a brighter maid,
Nor Pity wept a dearer!
Here's the bower she loved so much,
And the tree she planted;
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; And may all, who wake to weep,

Rest to-night as sweet as he ! Hark! hark! did I hear a vesper swell! No, no-it is my lovèd Pilgrim's prayer:

No, no-'twas but the convent bell,
That tolls upon the midnight air.

Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep!
Now, now again the voice I hear;
Some holy man is wandering near.

O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming?

Dark is the way, and midnight's coming. Stranger, I've been o'er moor and mountain,

To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain, And, Pilgrim, say, where art thou going? Dark is the way, the winds are blowing. Weary with wandering, weak, I falter, To breathe my vows at Agnes' altar. Strew, then, oh! strew his bed of rushes;

Here he shall rest till morning blushes.

Peace to them whose days are done,
Death their eyelids closing;
Hark! the burial-rite's begun-

"Tis time for our reposing.

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 SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR.

I SAW the moon rise clear

O'er hills and vales of snow,
Nor told my fleet reindeer
The track I wished to go.
But quick he bounded forth;

For well my reindeer knew
I've but one path on earth-
The path which leads to you,

The gloom that winter cast

How soon the heart forgets!
When summer brings, at last,
The sun that never sets.
So dawned my love for you;
Thus chasing every pain,
Than summer sun more true,
"Twill never set again.

JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.

Joys that pass away like this,
Alas! are purchased dear,
If every beam of bliss

Is followed by a tear.
Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!
Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.
Oh! I ne'er can love again

The girl whose faithless art
Could break so dear a chain,

And with it break my heart.

Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone !
But now that lustre flies,

For truth, alas! is gone.
Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!
How I've loved my hate shall tell.
Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove
Thy wretched victim's fate,
If, when deceived in love,
He could not fly to hate!

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade,

Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played:

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'TIS said-but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen 'emThat Love and Time have only got

One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the gray-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh! how he flies away!

But short the moments, short as bright,
When he the wings can borrow;
If Time to-day has had his flight,

Love takes his turn to-morrow.

Ah! Time and Love! your change is then

The saddest and most trying,
When one begins to limp again,
And t'other takes to flying.

Then is Love's hour to stray;
Oh! how he flies away!

But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel,

And bless the silken fetterWho knows-the dear one!-how to deal

With Love and Time much better.
So well she checks their wanderings,
So peacefully she pairs 'em,
That Love with her ne'er thinks
wings,

And Time for ever wears 'em.
This is Time's holiday;
Oh how he flies away!

LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS
WITH THEE.

LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee;
On thy cheek his ber I see.
No-that cheek is pale with care;
Love can find no roses there.
"Tis not on the cheek of rose
Love can find the best repose:
In my heart his home thou'lt see;
There he lives, and lives for thee.

Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
While he makes that eye his home.
No-the eye with sorrow dim
Ne'er can be a home for him.
Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes
Love for ever warmest lies:
In my heart his home thou'lt see;
There he lives, and lives for thee.

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LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before usYouth may wither, but feeling will last;

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Oh! if to love thee more Each hour I number o'erIf this a passion be

Worthy of thee,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain thee,

Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal; Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall stain thee,

Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.

Oh! if there be a charm

In love, to banish harm-
If pleasure's truest spell
Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.
Charms may wither, but feeling shall

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way,

As the Laird of Salmagundi went
To open in state his Parliament.

The Salmagundians once were rich,
Or thought they were-no matter
which-

For, every year, the Revenue1

From their periwinkles larger grew;
And their rulers, skilled in all the trick,
And legerdemain of arithmetic,
Knew how to place 1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 and 10,
Such various ways, behind, before,
That they made a unit seem a score,
And proved themselves most wealthy

men !

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way,

As the Great Panurge in glory went
To open his own dear Parliament.

But folks at length began to doubt
What all this conjuring was about;
For, every day, more deep in debt
They saw their wealthy rulers get
'Let's look (said they) the items
through,

And see if what we're told be true
Of our Periwinkle Revenue.'

But, lord, they found there wasn't a tittle

Of truth in aught they heard before; For they gained by Periwinkles little,

And lost by Locusts ten times more! These Locusts are a lordly breed Some Salmagundians love to feed. Of all the beasts that ever were born, Your Locust most delights in corn; And though his body be but small, To fatten him takes the devil and all!

Nor this the worst, for, direr still, Alack, alack, and well-a-day! Their Periwinkles-once the stay And prop of the Salmagundian till— For want of feeding, all fell ill !

And still, as they thinned and died away,

The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill,
Grew fatter and fatter every day!

'Oh fie! oh fie!' was now the cry,
As they saw the gaudy show go by,
And the Laird of Salmagundi weat
To open his Locust Parliament !

Accented as in Swift's line'Not so a nation's revenues are paid.'

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