Viver en Cadinas. FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. I. FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? II. In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- And oh! even if Freedom from this world be driven, HERE'S THE BOWER. I. HERE'S the bower she loved so much, Here's the harp she used to touch 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 she loved so much, Here's the harp she used to touch Oh! how that touch enchanted! II. Spring may bloom, but she we loved Time, that once so fleetly moved, Years were days, when here she stray'd, Here's the bower she loved so much, HOLY BE THE PILGRIM'S SLEEP. HOLY be the Pilgrim's sleep, From the dreams of terror free; And may all, who wake to weep, Rest to-night as sweet as he! Hark! hark! did I hear a vesper swell! No, no-it is my loved Pilgrim's prayer: No, no-'twas but the convent bell, Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep! O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming? Peace to them whose days are done, "Tis time for our reposing. Here, then, my pilgrim's course is o'er : "Tis my master! 'tis my master! Welcome here once more; Come to our shed-all toil is over; Pilgrim no more, but knight and lover. I CAN NO LONGER STIFLE. I. I can no longer stifle, They call the heart Of you, you lovely trifle ! And by the Lord, II. This pretty thing's as light, Sir, As any paper kite, Sir, And here and there, And God knows where, She takes her wheeling flight, Sir. Us lovers, to amuse us, Unto her tail she nooses; There, hung like bobs Of straw, or nobs, She whisks us where she chuses. I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. I. I SAW the moon rise clear O'er hills and vales of snow, Nor told my fleet rein-deer The track I wish'd to go. But quick he bounded forth; For well my rein-deer knew I've but one path on earth The path which leads to you. II. The gloom that winter cast JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. I. Joys that pass away like this, If every beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain, And with it break my heart. II. Once, when truth was in those eyes, How beautiful they shone; But now that lustre flies, For truth, alas! is gone. Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! If, when deceived in love, He could not fly to hate. LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP. I. LIGHT Sounds the harp when the combat is overWhen heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. But, when the foe returns, High flames the sword in his hand once more; Is then the sound that charms, And brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets roar. Oh! then comes the harp, when the combat is overWhen heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. III. Light went the harp when the War-God, reclining, The hero's eye breathed flame : No other sounds were dear, But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets sung. LITTLE MARY'S EYE. I. LITTLE Mary's eye Is roguish, and all that, Sir; But her little tongue Is quite too full of chat, Sir. Since her eye can speak Enough to tell her blisses, If she stir her tongue, Why-stop her mouth with kisses! Oh! the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it, Who can keep from sinning? |