And smiles are near, that once enchanted, Whatever in fame's high path could waken is now forsaken My spirit once, For thee, thee, only thee. Like shores, by which some headlong bark ave not a joy but of thy bringing, ind pain itself seems sweet, when springing From thee, thee, only thee. ike spells, that nought on earth can break, Till lips, that know the charm have spoken, his heart, howe'er the world may wake Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken By thee, thee, only thee. NE'ER ASK THE HOUR. AIR-" My Husband's a journey to Portugal gone." NE'ER ask the hour, what is it to us The golden moments lent us thus, If counting them over could add to their blisses, I'd number each glorious second; But moments of joy, are like Lesbia's kisses, Then fill the cup, what is it to us Youug Joy ne'er thought of counting hours, But Joy lov'd better to gaze on the Sun, As long as his light was glowing, Than to watch with old Care how the shadow stole on, And how fast the light was going. So fill up the cup, what is it to us Obey no wand but Pleasure's! AWAY with this pouting and sadness, A lottery, a lottery, A Spirit there is, whose fragrant sigh, A beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, Page. 40 55 67 92 As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 112 are, - 131 Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin 159 166 ing, I fly, 226 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 128 140 156 19 Cease, oh! cease to tempt my tender heart to love 26 Come, lads, life's a whirligig, Come, take the harp-'tis vain to muse, Come hither 'come hither-by night and by day, Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer 190 50 Does the harp of Rosa slumber? 58 Drink to her, who long, 133 Dear harp of my country, in darkness I found thee, 195 Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes, Fly from the world, oh, Bessy, to me, Farewell-farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! 86 Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, 104 Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour, 175 Forget not the field where they perish'd, Go where Glory waits thee, 237 23 57 98 Here's the bower she lov'd so much, 22 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 holiest bowers, 162 Has sorrow thy young days shaded, 181 If I swear by that eye, you'll allow, I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd, It is not the tear at this moment shed, 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 un known, 228 If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, 235 MR. Orator Puff had two tone in his voice 52 Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns, 158 No, not more welcome the fairy numbers, 183 No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep, Now the vapour hot and damp, Not many months have now been dream'd away,210 199 207 18 20 Oh! why should the girl of my heart be in tears, 28 35 Oh! remember the time in La Mancha's shades, 39 59 On beds of snow the moon beam slept, Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, Oh, Mary, to thee my thoughts stray, Oh, haste and leave this sacred isle, 121 Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers, 135 Oh, for the swords of former time ! heart, Sweet seducer ever smiling, Sweetest love, I'll not forget thee, Spirit of joy! thy altar lies, Says Sammy, the tailor to me, - 176 189 23$ 36 46 100 111 231 21 31 47 44 Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water, 124 Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke. 126 See you beneath yon cloud so dark, There breathes the language known and felt, |