Thou art gone from my gaze, but I will not repine, BLUE VIOLETS. EDWARD FITZBALL.] [Music by G. H. RODWELL. Violets, violets, beautiful blue violets! Laden with perfume, and dripping all with dew, By dell and by dingle, by rill and by rivulets, Lady, at sunrise, I sought them for you. Enclos'd in a cluster of green leaves I found them, Hiding their heads from the gaze of the day; Betray'd by the sweets they themselves shed around them, I pluck'd the coy blossoms and bore them away. Then slight not-oh! slight not-the shy little flower MARK LEMON.] LOVELY NIGHT. Lovely night, lovely night, [Music by J. H. TULLY. They have called thee dark and drear, Is to me not half so dear. For though the sunlight gladsome seems, Lovely night, &c. Lovely night, lovely night, Though the dews may be thy tears, From thy grief the world appears. Lovely night, &c. SAMUEL LOVER.] JESSIE. [Music by S. LOVER. Sweet Jessie was young and simple, Said, love had not been there. The summer had seen her smiling, When the leaves fell from the tree; When winter winds were blowing, No ring is upon her finger, Like the light of the parting day; Lord BYRON.] MAID OF ATHENS. [Music by H. R. ALLEN. Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! Hear my vow before I go, Zoe mou, sas agapo. * By those tresses unconfined, Wooed by each geian wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; Zoe mou, sas agapo.* Maid of Athens, I am gone, Think of me, sweet, when alone; Though I fly to Istamboul, Athens holds my heart and soul. *My life, my life, I love thee. THE MONKS OF OLD. WILLIAM JONES.] [Music by S. GLOVER. Many have told of the monks of old, But 'tis more true that a merrier crew, For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, And then they would jest at the love confessed What hopes and fears they had breath'd in the cars For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, And the abbot meek, with his form so sleek, And would take his place with a smiling face, When they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, Then say what you will, we'll drink to them still, And 'tis most true that a merrier crew For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, E. J. GILL.] MADOLINE. [Music by S. NELSON. I dream of thee, sweet Madoline ! My mem'ry weaves each look of thine Thou art the music of my heart, I dream of thee, &c. I dream of thee, dear Madoline, Like Spring's sweet breath to flow'rs that droop, I fear no shade, for in my grief I turn again to thee. I dream of thee, &c. WOULD I WERE WITH THEE. Hon. Mrs. NORTON.] [Music by EDOUARDO SCHULTZ. Would I were with thee ev'ry day and hour, Would I were with thee eternally. Would I were with thee, when the world forgetting, Would I were with thee, when no longer feigning Would I were with thee in thy woe. |