Where the smile of a father shall meet me again, But see!-the bent top-sails are ready to swell— BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye All its darts without caring who feels 'em; Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em-- The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em. The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray By adoring, perhaps, you may move me!" Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours, if you love me!" Dear Fanny! The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours, if you love me!" Then tell me, oh, why, In that lovely blue eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! Oh, why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? DEAR FANNY. “SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you mustn't be caught so:" Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, And 'tis not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny, 'Tis not the first time I have thought so. "She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly; Love reasons much better than Reason. FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. FROM life without freedom, oh, who would not fly? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains— HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bower she lov'd so much Oh, how that touch enchanted Roses now unheeded sigh; Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie; Where's the lip to breathe them? Here's the bower, &c. Spring may bloom, but she we lov'd Years were days, when here she stray'd, Here's the bower, &c. I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. A FINLAND LOVE SONG. I SAW the moon rise clear How soon the heart forgets, LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. YOUNG LOve found a Dial once in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sun-beam play'd; "Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young Love = "Thou whose gay hours in sunshine should move?' 'I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where Heav'n's beam warmly play'dThere she reclin'd, beneath Love's gazing eye, While all mark'd with sunshine, her hours flew by. 66 Oh, how," said the Dial, "can any fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?" But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, LOVE AND TIME. 'Tis said-but whether true or not But short the moments, short as bright, If Time to-day has had his flight, Ah! Time and Love, your change is then When one begins to limp again, Then is Love's hour to stray; But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel, Who knows, the dear one, how to deal That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, This is Time's holiday; LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us- Each hour I number o'er- Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last: All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee, Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last: All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast |