She ne'er shall hear again the song Nor longer in the lingering light 'Tis therefore that I dread to see They speak of things that once have been, But never more can be: And earth all decked in smiles again. Is still a waste to me. SHE NEVER BLAM'D HIM, NEVER! SHE never blam'd him, never; But received him when he came, With a welcome kind as ever, But vainly she dissembled, A tear unbidden trembled In her blue eye all the while. She knew that she was dying, O'er her beauty's blighted bloom- 'Tis true that he had lur'd her 'Tis true he had inur'd her To the cold world's cruel scorn M But yet she never blam'd him, Yet she thought of him alone. She sigh'd when he caress'd her, For she knew that they must part; She spoke not when he press'd her, To his young and panting heartThe banners wav'd around her, And she heard the bugle's sound; They pass'd, and strangers found her Cold and lifeless on the ground. NO JOY WITHOUT MY LOVE. If not with thee I'm blest, In vain I twine the bower; If not to deck thy breast, In vain I wreath the flower. Such scenes as these no joys can prove, On earth, no joy without my love. Awaken'd by the genial year, The warblers trill their lay; The verdant fields bedeck'd appear With all the sweets of May. Such scenes as these no joys can prove, On earth, no joys without my love. FAREWELL, LOVE. WILT thou say farewell, love, And from Rosa part? Rosa's tears will tell, love, The anguish of her heart. I'll still be thine and thou'lt be mine, Wilt thou think of me, love, I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine, Let not others' wile, love, Thy ardent heart betray, I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine, 66 A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A doublet of the Lincoln green, No more of me you know, No more of me you know. My love! "This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow, He turned his charger as he spake, IIe gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, And adieu for evermore." 'My love 1 SYMPATHY. IN these I bear so dear a part, By love so firm am thine, When thou art griev'd, I grieve no less, And every good thou wouldst possess, SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. SHE was a phantom of delight, When first she gleam'd upon my sight; To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; I saw her upon nearer view, Her household motions light and free, A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene YOU ASK ME, SWEET MAID. You ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are sincere, Still doubting my passion, I see but too clear- Or if, as you say, lovers' vows are but breath, And I'll brave it, tho' circled by peril or death, But this, this, believe me, can poorly express Nay, bid me some action or enterprise dare, And if still a doubt in thy fancy remains, O fetter me more, if you can, with your chains! But this, this, believe me, can poorly express O let my fond vows some favour obtain, Accept them, dear girl! and, to banish my pain, A promise so soft that no words can define; It says that your doubts are no more; That now you believe-what no words can express How truly, how dearly I love thee. STANZAS. Sent to a Lady after reading some beautiful Verses which she had written, complaining of a Disappointment in Love. HAS then each dream of hope departed From the soft shelter of my breast, Fled from a maid so gentle-hearted, |