Who learns how lightly, fleetly pass From the bumper that but crowns his glass, The diamond sleeps within the mine, The pearl beneath the water; While Truth, more precious, dwells in wine, And none can prize her charms like him, HERE SLEEPS THE BARD. (HIGHLAND AIR.) Hr sleeps the Bard who knew so well A the sweet windings of Apollo's shell; Wther its music roll'd like torrents near, I died, like distant streamlets, on the ear. Sp, sleep, mute bard; alike unheeded now storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow;hat storm, whose rush is like thy martial lay; That breeze which, like thy love-song, dies away! DO NOT SAY THAT LIFE IS WANING. Do not say that life is waning, Or that Hope's sweet day is set; Do not think those charms are flying, Which in thee survives them all. Not for charms, the newest, brightest, That on other cheeks may shine, Would I change the least, the slightest, That is ling ring now o'er thine. THE GAZELLE. Dost thou not hear the silver bell, Through yonder lime-trees ringing? Tis my lady's light gazelle, To me her love thoughts bringing,All the while that silver bell Around his dark neck ringing. See, in his mouth he bears a wreath, Welcome, dear gazelle, to thee, Who thus hath breath'd her soul to me, Hail, ye living, speaking flowers, NO-LEAVE MY HEART TO REST. No-leave my heart to rest, if rest it may, Oh, had I met thee then, when life was bright, |