The Polish lady, by her lover led, Delights through gay saloons with step untired to tread, Or sweeter still, through moonlight walks, Whose shadows serve to hide The blush that's rais'd by him who talks Of love the while by her side; Then comes the smooth waltz, to whose floating sound Like dreams we go gliding around, Say, which shall we dance? which shall we dance? SOVEREIGN WOMAN. A BALLAD. THE dance was o'er, yet still in dreams Like clouds still flush'd with daylight gleams, And gracefully, to music's sound, The same bright nymphs went gliding round; The dream then chang'd-in halls of state, While, rang'd around, the wise, the great In thee their mistress own'd: And still the same, thy gentle sway O'er willing subjects won its way- But, lo, the scene now chang'd again- I saw thee o'er the battle-plain And stronger in thy beauty's charms, Nor reign such queens on thrones alone- For though she almost blush to reign, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still. WAKE THEE, MY DEAR. WAKE thee, my dear-thy dreaming 'Tis wrong tow'rds Heav'n to sleep. Moments there are we number, Which to oblivious slumber Gladly the wretch would spare. While such a moon is beaming, 'Tis wrong tow'rds Heav'n to sleep. If e'er the Fates should sever My life and hopes from thee, love, Would then be sweet to me, love; THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN. THE halcyon hangs o'er ocean, To walk through sun-bright places, When we no more can smile; To feel, while earth and heaven To thee no light is given, Oh, what a doom is this! SONG OF THE POCO-CURANTE SOCIETY. Haud curat Hippoclides. To those we love we've drank to-night; But now attend, and stare not, While I the ampler list recite Of those for whom WE CARE NOT. For royal men, howe'er they frown, The People's Love-WE CARE NOT. ERASM. Adag For slavish men, who bend beneath Pronounce the will, whose very breath For priestly men, who covet sway For martial men, who on their sword, For legal men, who plead for wrong, For courtly men, who feed upon The land, like grubs, and spare not The smallest leaf, where they can sun Their crawling limbs-WE CARE NOL For wealthy men, who keep their mines For prudent men, who hold the power For all, in short, on land or sea, In camp or court, who are not, Who never were, or e'er will be Good men and true-WE CARE NOT. THE DAY OF LOVE. THE beam of morning trembling Affection's early look. Thus love begins-sweet morn of love! The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Thus love expands-warm noon of love! But evening came, o'ershading The glories of the sky, Like faith and fondness fading From passion's alter'd eye. Thus love declines-cold eve of love! FANNY, DEAREST. YES! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, But, between love, and wine, and sleep, So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep The Love that's order'd to bathe in wine, |