Which then we hid not; And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, She felt my lips' impassioned touch; 'Twas, the first time dared so much, And yet she chid not; But whispered o'er my burning brow, AT NIGHT.* AT night, when all is still around, Of footstep, coming soft and light! That foot that comes so soft at night! And then, at night, how sweet to say Oh! happy, too, the silent press, The eloquence of mute caress, With those we love exchanged at night! DEAR FANNY. "SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, 'Tis not the first time I have thought so. "She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly; Love reasons much better than Reason. HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bower she loved so much, Here's the harp she used to touch- These lines allude to a curious lamp, which has for its device a Cupid. with the words "At Night" written over him. Roses now unheeded sigh; Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie; Where's the lip to breathe them? Spring may bloom, but she we loved Years were days when here she strayed, Heaven ne'er formed a brighter maid, Nor pity wept a dearer! Here's the bower, &c. I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. A FINLAND LOVE SONG. I SAW the moon rise clear LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. YOUNG Love found a Dial once in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wandered nor sun-beam played "Why thus in darkness lie," whispered young Love; "Thou whose gay hours in sunshine should move?" 'I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun; So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where heaven's beam warmly played. There she reclined, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, all marked with sunshine, her hours flew by. "Oh how," said the Dial, " can any fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?" But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er. LOVE AND TIME. 'TIS said-but whether true or not But short the moments, short as bright, When one begins to limp again, Then is Love's hour to stray; But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel, Who knows, the dear one, how to deal So well she checks their wanderings, That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings This is Time's holiday; LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD. Each hour I number o'er- Worthy of thee, Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee, Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. Traced every lock with fond delays, And, doting, lingered there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tie A chain by beauty twined. MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH. THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Where the song of freedom soundeth, There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour; There the maiden's charms Shine more tender; Every joy the land surroundeth, Wearily every bosom pineth, Where the bond of slavery twineth There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness; There the maiden's heart Cheerily then from hill and valley, Like your native fountains sally, If a glorious death, Sighed in slavery, Round the flag of freedom rally, REMEMBER THE TIME. THE CASTILIAN MAID. OH remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, OH, SOON RETURN. THE white sail caught the evening ray, Through many a clime our ship was driven, Yet still, where'er our course we lay, I thought I heard her faintly say, |