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For his was the error of head, not A prince without pride, a man without heart,
guile, And-oh, how beyond the ambushed To the last unchanging, warm, sinfoe,
cere, Who to enmity adds the traitor's For worth he had ever a hand and part,
smile, And.carries a smile, with a curse be. And for misery ever his purse and low!
tear. If ever a heart made bright amends Touched to the heart by that solemn For the fatal fault of an erring toll, head
I calmly sunk in my chains again ; Go, learn his fame from the lips of While, still as I said, 'Heaven rest his friends,
soul !' In the orphan's tear be his glory My mates of the dungeon sighed, read.
'I Never give a kiss,' says Prue,
'To naughty man, for I abhor it.' She will not give a kiss 'tis true,
She'll take one though, and thank you for it.
ON A SQUINTING POETESS.
A JOKE VERSIFIED.
COME, come,' said Tom's father, at your time of life,
There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake-
"Why so it is, father,—whose wife shall I take ?
By a destiny grievous enough,
Hath never caught more than the snuff.
The best that I know, for a lover of pelf,
up, at the price he is worth,
FROM THE FRENCH.
OF all the men one meets about
There's none like Jack, he's everywhere, At church-park-auction--dinner-rout,
Go where and when you will he's there. Try the world's end; he's at your back,
Meets you, like Eurus, in the east:
One hundred times a day at least.
As home he took his pensive way-
ILLUSTRATION OF A BORE.
IF ever you've seen a gay party
Relieved from the presence of Ned-
They've grown when tlie damper was fled-
What delight to champagne it must be
And come sparkling to you, love, and me.
BALLADS AND SONGS.
BLACK AND BLUE EYES.
It never, never can
So wild a flame approve.
All its joys and pains
To others I resign;
But be the vacant heart,
The careless bosom mine.
Then cease, oh cease to tempt
My tender heart to love ! Is much better pleased when it heals
It never, never can 'em.
So wild a flame approve.
say no more Though it scatter wounds too, That lovers' pains are sweet ! Is much better pleased when it heals I never, never can
Believe the fond deceit.
Weeping day and night,
Consuming life in sighs,• Come and worship my ray,- This is the lover's lot, By adoring, perhaps you may move And this I ne'er could prize. me !'
Then say, oh say no more
That lovers' pains are sweet!
I never, never can
Dear Fanny ! dear Fanny !
DEAR FANNY. • I love, and am yours if you love me! She has beauty, but still you must keep dear Fanny !
your heart cool; Then tell me, oh! why,
She has wit, but you must not be In that lovely eye,
caught so ; Not a charm of its tint I discover ;
Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a Or why should you wear
fool, The only blue pair
And 'tis not the first time I have That ever said No' to a lover?
the bliss fly; That ever said 'No' to a lover, dear 'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing Fanny ?
Thus love has advised me, and who
will deny CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT.
That Love reasons much better than
Dear Fanny ?
Viver en Cadenas.
Spring may bloom, but she we loved
Ne'er shall feel its sweetness !
Time, that once so fleetly moved,
Now hath lost its fleetness.
Years were days, when here she strayed, FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly?
Days were moments near her;
Heaven ne'er formed a brighter maid, For one day of freedom, oh! who would
Nor Pity wept a dearer! not die ?
Here's the bower she loved so much, Hark !-hark! 'tis the trumpet! the
And the tree she planted; call of the brave,
Here's the harp she used to touchThe death-song of tyrants and dirge of
Oh ! how that touch enchanted ! the slave. Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to
her aid; One arm that defends is worth hosts HOLY BE THE PILGRIM'S SLEEP.
that invade. From life without freedom, oh! who Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep, would not fly?
From the dreams of terror free; For one day of freedom, oh! who would And may all, who wake to weep, not die ?
Rest to-night as sweet as he !
Hark! hark! did I hear a vesper swell! In death's kindly bosom our last hope No, no—it is my lovèd Pilgrim's remains-
prayer : The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has No, no'twas but the convent bell, no chains !
That tolls upon the midnight air. On, on to the combat ! the heroes that
Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep! bleed
Now, now again the voice I hear; For virtue and mankind are heroes in- Some holy man is wandering near.
deed. And oh! even if Freedom from this O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roamworld be driven,
ing? Despair not-at least we shall find her Dark is the way, and midnight's coming. in heaven.
Stranger, I've been o'er moor and moun. In death's kindly bosom our last hope tain, remains
To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain, The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has And, Pilgrim, say, where art thou going? no chains.
Dark is the way, the winds are blowing.
To breathe my vows at Agnes' altar.
rushes; HERE's the bower she loved so much, And the tree she planted;
Here he shall rest till morning blushes. Here's the harp she used to touch
Peace to them whose days are done, Oh ! how that touch enchanted !
Death their eyelids closing ; Roses now unheeded sigh ;
Hark! the burial-rite's begunWhere's the hand to wreathe them? 'Tis time for our reposing. Songs around neglected lie,
Where's the lip to breathe them! Here, then, my Pilgrim's course is o'er ! Here's the bower she loved so much, 'Tis my master ! 'tis my master: And the tree she planted ;
Welcome here once more; Here's the harp she used to touch- Come to our shed-all toil is over;
Oh ! how that touch enchanted ! Pilgrim no more, but knightand lover.
I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. “Why thus in darkness lie ?' whispered
young Love, I saw the moon rise clear
'Thou, whose gay hours should in sunO'er hills and vales of snow,
shine move. Nor told my fleet reindeer
'I ne'er,' said the Dial, 'have seen the The track I wished to go.
warm sun, But quick he bounded forth;
So noonday and midnight to me, Love, For well my reindeer knew
are one.' I've but one path on earthThe path which leads to you, Then Love took the Dial away from the
shade, The gloom that winter cast
And placed her where Heaven's beam How soon the heart forgets !
warmly played. When summer brings, at last,
There she reclined, beneath Love's
While, all marked with sunshine, her Thus chasing every pain,
hours flew by. Than summer sun more true,
• Oh ! how,' said the Dial, can any 'Twill never set again.
fair maid, That's born to be shone upou, rest in
the shade ? JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.
But night now comes on, and the sun. Joys that pass away like this,
beam's o'er, Alas! are purchased dear,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no If every beam of bliss Is followed by a tear.
Then cold and neglected, while bleak
rain and winds Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.
Are storming around her, with sorrow
she finds Oh! I ne'er can love again
That Love had but numbered a few The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain,
sunny hours, And with it break my heart.
And left the remainder to darkness and
LOVE AND TIME.
'Tis said—but whether true or not Fare thee well ! oh, fare thee well !
Let bards declare who've seen 'emHow I've loved my hate shall tell. Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove
That Love and Time have only got Thy wretched victim's fate,
One pair of wings between 'em. If, when deceived in love,
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
Then is Time's hour of play ;
When he the wings can borrow ; Where man ne'er had wandered nor If Time to-day has had his flight, sunbeam played ;
Love takes his turn to-morrow.