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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'n, As splendid beacons, solely,
To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n.
With tempting ray, with tempting ray,
But fill the cup, etc.
In some, as in a mirror,
'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling ..
In eyes we know, in eyes we know, -
Fill up, fill up, etc.
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
Air-The Lamentation of Aughrim.
Forget not the field where they perish'a,
The truest, the last of the brave,
Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!
Oh! could we from death but recover
Those hearts, as they bounded before, In the face of high heav'n to fight over
That combat for Freedom once more;
Could the chain for an instant be riren
Which tyranny flung round us then,' Oh! 'tis not in man nor in heaven,
To let tyranny bind it again!
But 'tis past—and, though blazon'd in story
The name of our victor may be, Accurst is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.
Far dearer the grave or the prison ,
Illumed by one patriot naine,
On Liberty's ruins to fame!
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
Ain-Noch bonin shin doe.
They may ran at this life - from the hour I be
gan it, I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; And until they can shew me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with
this. As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,
As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the : skies, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and
In Mercury's star where each minute can bring
them New sunshine and wit from the fountain ok
Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing
them, They've none, even there, more enamour'd
than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to
love, And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.
In that star of the west, by whose shadowy spleu
dour, At twilight so often, we've roam'd through the
dew, There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms
as tender, And look, in their twilights, 2 as lovely as you. But though they were even more bright than the
queen Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never these fair young celestials have seen, Why,--this earth is the planet for you, love, and
Tous les habitans de Mercure sont viss.
Pluralité des Mondes.' a La Terre pourra être pour Vénus l'étoile du berger et la mère des amours, comme Vénus l'est pour nous.
As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally
rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that
station, . Heav'n knows, we have plenty on earth we
could spare. Oh think what a world we should have of it
here, If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love,
OH, FOR THE SWORDS OF FOKMER TIME!
AIR -Name unknown.
Oh, for the swords of former time!
Oh, for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for right, they stood sublime, ,
And tyrants crouch'd before them!
With honours to enslave him,
Oh, for the swords of former time ! etc.