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ind smiles are near, that once enchanted, ET NOT reach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.
hatever in fame's high path could waken
For thee, thee, only thee.
To thee, thee, only thee.
theri luave not a joy but of thy bringing,
From thee, thee, only thee.
wake Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.
NE'ER ASK THE HOUR.
The Man lir—My Husband's a journey to Portugal
NE'ER ask the hour, what is it to us
How Time deals out his treasures?"
If counting them over could add to their blisses,
I'd number each glorious second ;
How Time his circle measures
Obey no wand but Pleasure's!
Youug Joy ne'er thought of counting hours,
Till Care, one summer morning,
A dial, by way of warning ;
As long as his light was glowing,
And how fast the light was going.
How Time his circle measures?
Obey no wand but Pleasure's !
Forget not the field where they perish'd, 237 Good night, good night, and is it so ?
23 Girl, dost thou know me ?
57 Go where Glory waits thee,
98 Here's the bower she lov'd so much,
22 Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep,
32 Here's the lip that betray'd,
53 Have you not seen the timid tear,
59 How sweetlp could I lay my head,
108 How oft a cloud with envious veil,
108 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, 117 How oft has the Benshee cried,
118 Here we dwell in bolie-t bowers,
162 Has sorrow thy young days shaded,
181 It I swear by that eye, you'll allow,
61 I knew by the smoke that'so gracefully curl'd,
68 I know where the wing d vivions dwell, If ever lot was prosperously cast,
73 I. do confess in many a sigh,
93 It is not the tear at this moment shed,
146 I saw thy form in youthful prime,
154 I'd mourn the hopes that leave
178 I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,
192 I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd
203 I more than once have heard at night,
204 In the morning of life when its cares are unknown,
228 If thou'lt he mine, the treasures of air,
235 Love my Mary, dwells with thee,
67 Let Erin remember the days of old,
122 Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's holy shrine,
129 Lesbia bath a beaming eye,
153 Mr. Orator Puff had two tone in his voice Mary, I believ d thee true,
69 Merrily every bosoni boundeth,
65 My gentle harp' once more I waken,
225 Now let the warrior plume his steed,
25 No, never shall my soul forget,
108 Night clos'd around the conqueror's way, 141 Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns, 168 No, not more welcome the fairy numbers,
No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep, 199