DRINK OF THIS CUP. DRINK of this cup; you'll find there's a spell in Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it; To Immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of it: Send round the cup-for oh, there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen ! Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Never was philter form'd with such power To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing; A harvest of gold in the fields it stood laughing, To enliven such hearts as are here brought together. And though, perhaps but breathe it to no one— Which may work too its charm, though as lawless and hidder So drink of the cup-for oh there's a spell in 18 ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes, Yet Love hath echoes truer far, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, "Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, TO LADIES' EYES. To Ladies' eyes around, boy, We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Though bright eyes so abound, boy, 'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose: For thick as stars that lighten Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs, The countless eyes that brighten This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! Some looks there are so holy, They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv’u, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. With tempting ray, with tempting ray, The other way, the other way. Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, So drink them all! so drink them all! In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flatt'ring error, "Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips-but this is telling So here they go! so here they go! Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! THE MOUNTAIN SPRITE IN yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, Til spells came o'er him, and, day and night, He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er The golden sands of that island shore, Beside a fountain, one sunny day, As bending over the stream he lay, There peep'd down o'er him two eyes of light, He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird, Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite. One night, still haunted by that bright look, And, guided only by memory's light, Drew the once-seen form of the Mountain Sprite. "Oh thou, who lovest the shadow," cried A voice, low whisp'ring by his side, "Now turn and see," here the youth's delight Seal'd the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite. "Of all the spirits of land and sea," Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee, OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS. Он, could we do with this world of ours What a heaven on earth we'd make it! Like those gay flies that wing through air, So, in this world I'd make for thee, Break forth whenever we choose it. While ev'ry joy that glads our sphere Such shadows will all be omitted:- BEI EVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose. |