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Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore.by Thomas Moore et al.THOMAS MOORE Thomas Moore w
The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore.by Thomas Moore et al.THOMAS MOORE Thomas Moore was born in Dublin on the 28th of May 1780. Both his parents were Roman-Catholics; and he was, as a matter of course, brought up in the same religion, and adhered to it
- 169 [122] The beauty of Ali's eyes was so remarkable, that whenever the Persians would describe anything as very lovely, they say it is Ayn Hali, or the Eyes of Ali.--_Chardin_.[123] "Nakshab, the name of a city in Transoxiana, where they say there is a wel
- 168 [75] The Persians, like the ancient Greeks call their musical modes or Perdas by the names of different countries or cities, as the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, etc.[76] A river which flows near the ruins of Chilminar.[77] "To the north of us (on t
- 167 [28] Black was the color adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas, in their garments, turbans, and standards.[29] "Our dark javelins, exquisitely wrought of Khathaian reeds, slender and delicate."--_Poem of Amru_.[30] Pichula, used anciently for arr
- 166 As if the very lips and eyes, Predestined to have all our sighs And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before us then!So came thy every glance and tone, When first on me they breathed and shone, New as if brought from other spheres Yet welcome as i
- 165 Then hasten we, maid, To twine our braid, To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.The image of love that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid, Steals from the jasmine flower that sighs Its soul like her in the shade.The dream of a future, happier ho
- 164 The singular placidity with which FADLADEEN had listened during the latter part of this obnoxious story surprised the Princess and FERAMORZ exceedingly; and even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspicious young persons who little knew the sourc
- 163 "No--G.o.d of IRAN'S burning skies!"Thou scornest the inglorious sacrifice."No--tho' of all earth's hope bereft, "Life, swords, and vengeance still are left."We'll make yon valley's reeking caves "Live in the awe-struck minds of men "Till tyra
- 162 Now lulled to languor scarcely curl The Green Sea wave whose waters gleam Limpid as if her mines of pearl Were melted all to form the stream: And her fair islets small and bright With their green sh.o.r.es reflected there Look like those PERI isles of lig
- 161 The day is lowering--stilly black Sleeps the grim wave, while heaven's rack, Disperst and wild, 'twixt earth and sky Hangs like a shattered canopy.There's not a cloud in that blue plain But tells of storm to come or past;-- Here flying loosely as the m
- 160 Where are they? ask the shades of them Who, on CADESSIA'S[219] b.l.o.o.d.y plains, Saw fierce invaders pluck the gem From IRAN'S broken diadem, And bind her ancient faith in chains:-- Ask the poor exile cast alone On foreign sh.o.r.es, unloved, unknown,
- 159 Unseen by man's disturbing eye,-- The flower that blooms beneath the sea, Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Hid in more chaste obscurity.So, HINDA. have thy face and mind, Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined.And oh! what transport for a lover To lift t
- 158 Yet tranquil now that man of crime (As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play:-- Tho' still whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lucid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torc
- 157 Gently he said--"One hope is thine.'Tis written in the Book of Fate, _The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven_!Go seek it and redeem thy sin-- 'Tis sweet to let the Pardoned in."Rapidly as come
- 156 Eager they listen--while each accent darts New life into their chilled and hope-sick hearts; Such treacherous life as the cool draught supplies To him upon the stake who drinks and dies!Wildly they point their lances to the light Of the fast sinking sun,
- 155 For vengeance on the accursed Saracen; Vengeance at last for their dear country spurned, Her throne usurpt, and her bright shrines o'erturned.From YEZD'S eternal Mansion of the Fire[107]Where aged saints in dreams of Heaven expire: From BADKU and those
- 154 With rapid step, yet pleased and lingering eye, Did the youth pa.s.s these pictured stories by, And hastened to a cas.e.m.e.nt where the light Of the calm moon came in and freshly bright The fields without were seen sleeping as still As if no life remaine
- 153 Now, thro' the Haram chambers, moving lights And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites;-- From room to room the ready handmaids hie, Some skilled to wreath the turban tastefully, Or hang the veil in negligence of shade O'er the warm blushes of the yo
- 152 Yet _one_ relief this glance of former years Brought mingled with its pain,--tears, floods of tears, Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills, And gus.h.i.+ng warm after a sleep of frost, Thro' valleys wh
- 151 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORa.s.sAN.[24]In that delightful Province of the Sun, The first of Persian lands he s.h.i.+nes upon.Where all the loveliest children of his beam, Flowerets and fruits, blush over every stream,[25]And, fairest of all streams, the MU
- 150 FROM ORCUS, HIGH PRIEST OF MEMPHIS, TO DECIUS, THE PRAETORIAN PREFECT.Rejoice, my friend, rejoice;--the youthful Chief Of that light Sect which mocks at all belief, And gay and G.o.dless makes the present hour Its only heaven, is now within our power.Smoo
- 149 Never--tho' well thou know'st how much I've felt the sway of Beauty's star-- Never did her bright influence touch My soul into its depths so far; And had that vision lingered there One minute more I should have flown, Forgetful _who_ I was and where.A
- 148 _Memphis_.'Tis true, alas--the mysteries and the lore I came to study on this, wondrous sh.o.r.e.Are all forgotten in the new delights.The strange, wild joys that fill my days and nights.Instead of dark, dull oracles that speak From subterranean temples,
- 147 [12] "This morning we paid our visit to the Cave of Trophonius, and the Fountains of Memory and Oblivion, just upon the water of Hercyna, which flows through stupendous rocks."--_Williams's Travels in Greece_.[13] This superst.i.tious custom of the The
- 146 Gay was the picture--every maid Whom late the lighted scene displayed, Still in her fancy garb arrayed;-- The Arabian pilgrim, smiling here Beside the nymph of India's sky; While there the Mainiote mountaineer Whispered in young Minerva's ear, And urchi
- 145 Thy name, by myriads sung and said, From age to age shall go, Long as the oak and ivy wed, As bees shall haunt Hymettus' head, Or h.e.l.le's waters flow.Thou art not dead--thou art not dead!No, dearest Harmodius, no.'Mong those who lingered listening t
- 144 CHORUS.Blest be Love to whom we owe, All that's fair and bright below.Song was cold and Painting dim Till Song and Painting learned from him.Soon as the scene had closed, a cheer Of gentle voices old and young Rose from the groups that stood to hear This
- 143 The moon was now, from heaven's steep, Bending to dip her silvery urn Into the bright and silent deep-- And the young nymphs, on their return From those romantic ruins, found Their other playmates ranged around The sacred Spring, prepared to tune Their p
- 142 And now they stept, with measured tread, Martially o'er the s.h.i.+ning field; Now to the mimic combat led (A heroine at each squadron's head), Struck lance to lance and sword to s.h.i.+eld: While still, thro' every varying feat, Their voices heard in
- 141 FIRST EVENING."The sky is bright--the breeze is fair, "And the mainsail flowing, full and free-- "Our farewell word is woman's prayer, "And the hope before us--Liberty!"Farewell, farewell."To Greece we give our s.h.i.+ning blades, "And our hearts
- 140 SONG.Who'll buy?--'tis Folly's shop, who'll buy?-- We've toys to suit all ranks and ages; Besides our usual fools' supply, We've lots of playthings, too, for sages.For reasoners here's a juggler's cup That fullest seems when nothing's in it; And
- 139 And now the set hath ceased--the bows Of fiddlers taste a brief repose, While light along the painted floor, Arm within arm, the couples stray, Talking their stock of nothings o'er, Till--nothing's left at last to say.When lo!--most opportunely sent-- T
- 138 'Twas the first opening song the Lay Of all least deep in toilet-lore, That the young nymph, to while away The tiring-hour, thus warbled o'er:-- SONG.Array thee, love, array thee, love, In all thy best array thee; The sun's below--the moon's above-- A
- 137 And Memory, too, with her dreams shall come, Dreams of a former, happier day, When heaven was still the spirit's home, And her wings had not yet fallen away.Glimpses of glory ne'er forgot, That tell, like gleams on a sunset sea, What once hath been, wha
- 136 _Ell' e de'suoi begli occhi veder vaga, Com' io dell'adornarmi con le mani; Lei lo vodere e me l'ovrare appaga_.DANTE, _Purg. Canto xxvii_.'Twas eve's soft hour, and bright, above.The star of beauty beamed, While lulled by light so full of love, In
- 135 Even these, too, ere the morning, fled; And, tho' the charm still lingered on, That o'er each sense her song had shed, The song itself was faded, gone;-- Gone, like the thoughts that once were ours, On summer days, ere youth had set; Thoughts bright, we
- 134 TO LADY JERSEY.ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE SOMETHING IN HER ALb.u.m.Written at Middleton.Oh alb.u.ms, alb.u.ms, how I dread Your everlasting sc.r.a.p and scrawl!How often wish that from the dead Old Omar would pop forth his head, And make a bonfire of you all
- 133 "How many a couple, like the wind, "Which nothing in its course controls, Left time and chaperons far behind, "And gave a loose to legs and souls; How matrimony throve--ere stopt "By this cold, silent, foot-coquetting-- "How charmingly one's partner
- 132 WHAT SHALL I SING THEE?TO ----.What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell Of that bright hour, remembered well As tho' it shone but yesterday, When loitering idly in the ray Of a spring sun I heard o'er-head, My name as by some spirit said, And, looking up, s
- 131 Ere Psyche drank the cup that shed Immortal Life into her soul, Some evil spirit poured, 'tis said, One drop of Doubt into the bowl-- Which, mingling darkly with the stream, To Psyche's lips--she knew not why-- Made even that blessed nectar seem As tho
- 130 TO CAROLINE, VISCOUNTESS VALLETORT.WRITTEN AT LAc.o.c.k ABBEY, JANUARY, 1832.When I would sing thy beauty's light, Such various forms, and all so bright, I've seen thee, from thy childhood, wear, I know not which to call most fair, Nor 'mong the countl
- 129 Oh, love like mine ne'er wants the zest Of others' envy, others' praise; But, in its silence safely blest, Broods o'er a bliss it ne'er betrays.Charm of my life! by whose sweet power All cares are husht, all ills subdued-- My light in even the darkes
- 128 Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, f.a.n.n.y dearest, for thee I'd sigh; And every smile on my cheek should turn To tears when thou art nigh.But between love and wine and sleep, So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep Is more t
- 127 Glow-worms that round the tiny dishes Like little light-houses, were set up; And pretty phosph.o.r.escent fishes That by their own gay light were eat up.'Mong the few guests from Ether came That wicked Sylph whom Love we call-- My Lady knew him but by na
- 126 Why, there's two of you there, can't you help one another?"Oh I oh! etc.MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE.SPOKEN BY MR. COBBY, IN THE CHARACTER OF VAPID, AFTER THE PLAY OF THE DRAMATIST, AT THE KILKENNY THEATRE.(_Entering as if to announce the Pl
- 125 She came one morning.Ere Love had warning, And raised the latch, where the young G.o.d lay; "Oh ho!" said Love--"is it you? good-by;"So he oped the window and flew away!Spirit of Joy, thy altar lies In youthful hearts that hope like mine; And 'tis th
- 124 DREAMING FOR EVER.Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming, Life to the last, pursues its flight; Day hath its visions fairly beaming, But false as those of night.The one illusion, the other real, But both the same brief dreams at last; And when we grasp the bl
- 123 "Ho ho, ho ho, my Cupids all,"Said Love, the little Admiral.Mock sighs, too,--kept in bags for use, Like breezes bought of Lapland seers,-- Lay ready here to be let loose, When wanted, in young spinsters' ears."Ha ha, ha ha, my Cupids all,"Said Love,
- 122 DEAR? YES.Dear? yes, tho' mine no more, Even this but makes thee dearer; And love, since hope is o'er, But draws thee nearer.Change as thou wilt to me, The same thy charm must be; New loves may come to weave Their witchery o'er thee, Yet still, tho' f
- 121 "Tho' roving once his voice and wing, "He'll now lie still the whole day long; "Till thus I touch the magic spring-- "Then hark, how sweet and blithe his song!"_(A symphony.)_ "Ah, Rose," I cried, "the poet's lay "Must ne'er even Beauty's sl
- 120 SONG OF A HYPERBOREAN.I come from a land in the sun bright deep, Where golden gardens grow; Where the winds of the north, be calmed in sleep, Their conch-sh.e.l.ls never blow.[1]Haste to that holy Isle with me, Haste--haste!So near the track of the stars
- 119 THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.The halcyon hangs o'er ocean, The sea-lark skims the brine; This bright world's all in motion, No heart seems sad but mine.To walk thro' sun-bright places, With heart all cold the while; To look in smiling faces, When we n
- 118 Tho' time have frozen the tuneful stream Of thoughts that gushed along, One look from thee, like summer's beam, Will thaw them into song.Then give, oh give, that wakening ray, And once more blithe and young, Thy bard again will sing and play, As once he
- 117 THE HOMEWARD MARCH.Be still my heart: I hear them come: Those sounds announce my lover near: The march that brings our warriors home Proclaims he'll soon be here.Hark, the distant tread, O'er the mountain's head, While hills and dales repeat the sound;
- 116 Let's take this world as some wide scene.Thro' which in frail but buoyant boat, With skies now dark and now serene, Together thou and I must float; Beholding oft on either sh.o.r.e Bright spots where we should love to stay; But Time plies swift his flyi
- 115 If life for me hath joy or light, 'Tis all from thee, My thoughts by day, my dreams by night, Are but of thee, of only thee.Whate'er of hope or peace I know, My zest in joy, my balm in woe, To those dear eyes of thine I owe, 'Tis all from thee.My heart
- 114 Cold its pulse lies, And mute are even its sighs, All other grief it now defies.I LOVE BUT THEE.If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, And think this heart to other loves will stray, If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me; By every dream
- 113 THE DAY OF LOVE.The beam of morning trembling Stole o'er the mountain brook, With timid ray resembling Affection's early look.Thus love begins--sweet morn of love!The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Diffused a glow as splendid As
- 112 And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, For, every ringlet was a tie-- A chain by beauty twined.MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH.(THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.) Merrily every bosom boundeth, Merrily, oh!Where the song of Freedom s
- 111 In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains-- The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains.On, on to the combat! the heroes that bleed For virtue and mankind are heroes indeed.And oh, even if Freedom from _this_ world be driven, Despair not--at le
- 110 THE YOUNG MULETEERS OF GRENADA.Oh, the joys of our evening posada, Where, resting, at close of day, We, young Muleteers of Grenada, Sit and sing the suns.h.i.+ne away; So merry, that even the slumbers That round us hung seem gone; Till the lute's soft dr
- 109 Here, take my heart--'twill be safe in thy keeping, While I go wandering o'er land and o'er sea; Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sleeping, What need I care, so my heart is with thee?If in the race we are destined to run, love, They who have light heart
- 108 "Proud maiden! I come with high spousals to grace thee, "In me the great conqueror of conquerors see; "Enthroned in a hall fit for monarchs I'll place thee, "And mine, thou'rt for ever, thou high-born Ladye!"The maiden she smiled, and in jewels arr
- 107 YOUTH AND AGE."Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crest his way.-- "It is a sunny hour of play, "For which repentance dear doth pay; "Repentance! Repentance!"And this is Love, as wise men say.""Tell me, what's Love?
- 106 And sleep came around her--but, starting, she woke, For still from the garden that spirit Voice spoke!"I come," she exclaimed, "be thy home where it may, "On earth or in Heaven, that call I obey;"Then forth thro' the moonlight, with heart beating fa
- 105 Now wrap thy cloak about thee-- The hours must sure go wrong, For when theyre past without thee, Theyre, oh, ten times as long. WATCHMAN. Past three oclock--past three. Again that dreadful warning! Had ever time such flight? And see the sky, tis morning--
- 104 THE MEETING OF THE s.h.i.+PS.When o'er the silent seas alone, For days and nights we've cheerless gone, Oh they who've felt it know how sweet, Some sunny morn a sail to meet.Sparkling at once is every eye, "s.h.i.+p ahoy!" our joyful cry; While answe
- 103 These verses were written for a Benefit at the Dublin Theatre, and were spoken by Miss Smith, with a degree of success, which they owed solely to her admirable manner of reciting them. I wrote them in haste; and it very rarely happens that poetry which ha
- 102 GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT, (AIR.--STEVENSON.) Go forth to the Mount; bring the olive-branch home,[1]And rejoice; for the day of our freedom is come!From that time,[2] when the moon upon Ajalon's vale, Looking motionless down,[3] saw the kings of the earth, I
- 101 THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.(AIR.--CRESCENTINI.) There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-- What may that Desert be?'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost, like that daylight, fo
- 100 [4] "I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither."--_Deut_. x.x.xiv. 4.[5] "As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and was still discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, and he disappeare
- 99 BEHOLD THE SUN.(AIR.--LORD MORNINGTON.) Behold the Sun, how bright From yonder East he springs, As if the soul of life and light Were breathing from his wings.So bright the Gospel broke Upon the souls of men; So fresh the dreaming world awoke In Truth's
- 98 As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee, My G.o.d! silent to Thee-- Pure, warm, silent, to Thee, As still to
- 97 SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL.MIRIAM'S SONG.(AlR.--AVISON.)[1]"And Miriam, the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her band; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances."--_Exod_. xv. 20.Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt
- 96 ST. JEROME'S LOVE.(AIR.--BEETHOVEN.) Who is the Maid my spirit seeks, Thro' cold reproof and slander's blight?Has _she_ Love's roses on her cheeks?Is _hers_ an eye of this world's light?No--wan and sunk with midnight prayer Are the pale looks of her
- 95 THOU ART, O G.o.d.(Air.--Unknown.)[1]"The day is thine, the night is also thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun."Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."--_Psalm_ lxxiv. 16, 17.Thou art, O G.o.d, the life
- 94 THE GARLAND I SEND THEE.The Garland I send thee was culled from those bowers Where thou and I wandered in long vanished hours; Not a leaf or a blossom its bloom here displays, But bears some remembrance of those happy days.The roses were gathered by that
- 93 HOPE COMES AGAIN.Hope comes again, to this heart long a stranger, Once more she sings me her flattering strain; But hush, gentle syren--for, ah, there's less danger In still suffering on, than in hoping again.Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining,
- 92 Oh, guard our affection, nor e'er let it feel The blight that this world o'er the warmest will steal: While the faith of all round us is fading or past, Let ours, ever green, keep its bloom to the last.Far safer for Love 'tis to wake and to weep, As he
- 91 HERE SLEEPS THE BARD.(HIGHLAND AIR.) Here sleeps the Bard who knew so well All the sweet windings of Apollo's sh.e.l.l; Whether its music rolled like torrents near.Or died, like distant streamlets, on the ear.Sleep, sleep, mute bard; alike unheeded now T
- 90 (SAVOYARD AIR.) Oft, when the watching stars grow pale, And round me sleeps the moonlight scene, To hear a flute through yonder vale I from my cas.e.m.e.nt lean."Come, come, my love!" each note then seems to say, "Oh, come, my love! the night wears fas
- 89 NETS AND CAGES.[1](SWEDISH AIR.) Come, listen to my story, while Your needle task you ply: At what I sing some maids will smile, While some, perhaps, may sigh.Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames Such florid songs as ours, Yet Truth sometimes, like
- 88 WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE.(VENETIAN AIR.) When first that smile, like suns.h.i.+ne, blest my sight, Oh what a vision then came o'er me!Long years of love, of calm and pure delight, Seemed in that smile to pa.s.s before me.Ne'er did the peasant dream of summ
- 87 (SICILIAN AIR.) Say, what shall be our sport today?There's nothing on earth, in sea, or air, Too bright, too high, too wild, too gay For spirits like mine to dare!'Tis like the returning bloom Of those days, alas, gone by, When I loved, each hour--I sca
- 86 Then, the joyous banquet spread On the cool and fragrant ground, With heaven's bright sparklers overhead, And still brighter sparkling round.Oh, then, how sweet to say Into some loved one's ear, Thoughts reserved thro' many a day To be thus whispered h
- 85 Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain, Henceforth be all my own; Tho' thou art oft so full of pain Few hearts can bear thy tone.Yet oft thou'rt sweet, as if the sigh, The breath that Pleasure's wings Gave out, when last they wantoned by.Were stil
- 84 OH, COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS.(VENETIAN AIR.) Oh, come to me when daylight sets; Sweet! then come to me, When smoothly go our gondolets O'er the moonlight sea.When Mirth's awake, and Love begins, Beneath that glancing ray, With sound of lutes and ma
- 83 THOSE EVENING BELLS.(AIR.--THE BELLS OF ST. PETERSBURGH.) Those evening bells! those evening bells!How many a tale their music tells, Of youth and home and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime.Those joyous hours are past away: And many a
- 82 [1] It is hardly necessary, perhaps, to inform the reader, that these lines are meant as a tribute of sincere friends.h.i.+p to the memory of an old and valued colleague in this work, Sir John Stevenson.NATIONAL AIRS ADVERTIs.e.m.e.nT.It is Cicero, I beli
- 81 Fellow-laborers in life, let them slumber in death, Side by side, as becomes the reposing brave,-- That sword which he loved still unbroke in its sheath, And himself unsubdued in his grave.Yet pause--for, in fancy, a still voice I hear, As if breathed fro
- 80 I've a secret to tell thee, but hus.h.!.+ not here,-- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear, Some sh.o.r.e where the Spirit of Silence sleeps; Where summer's wave unmurmuring dies, Nor fay can hear the fountain
- 79 THO' HUMBLE THE BANQUET.Tho' humble the banquet to which I invite thee, Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command: Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, And Love serve the feast with his own willing hand.And tho' For
- 78 But vain her wish, her weeping vain,-- As Time too well hath taught her-- Each year the Fiend returns again, And dives into that water; And brings, triumphant, from beneath His shafts of desolation, And sends them, winged with worse than death, Through al
- 77 FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE.Fairest! put on awhile These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy let me wing thee.Never did Ariel's plume, At golden sunset hover O'er scenes so full of bloom, As I shall waft thee over.Fields, whe
- 76 SHALL THE HARP THEN BE SILENT.Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes?Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first--where the last of her Patriots lies?No--faint tho' th
- 75 Down in the valley come meet me to-night, And I'll tell you your fortune truly As ever 'twas told, by the new-moon's light, To a young maiden, s.h.i.+ning as newly.But, for the world, let no one be nigh, Lest haply the stars should deceive me; Such sec
- 74 NE'ER ASK THE HOUR.Ne'er ask the hour--what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?The golden moments lent us thus, Are not _his_ coin, but Pleasure's.If counting them o'er could add to their blisses, I'd number each glorious second: But moment
- 73 TO LADIES' EYES.To Ladies' eyes around, boy, We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Tho' bright eyes so abound, boy, 'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose.For thick as stars that lighten Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brigh
- 72 When we see the first glory of youth pa.s.s us by, Like a leaf on the stream that will never return; When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, First tastes of the _other_, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then is the time when affection holds swa
- 71 For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting Around thee, thro' all the gross clouds of the world; When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting, At once, like a Sun-burst, her banner unfurled.[1]Oh! never shall earth see a moment so splend
- 70 WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee.And on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee.I saw the change, yet still relied, Still clung with hope the fonder, And thought, tho' false to