But why not, dearest, tell me why? And could it by a bet be tried, You can't, but Miss, said he, you must, Nay, more, I'll make, by all that's just, This morn, said she, make me a bride, THINE AM I. THINE am I, my faithful fair, To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish: Though despair had wrung its core; That would heal its anguish. Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure; Turn away thine eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure. What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer's sun, TIMENTAL SONGS. I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. the smoke that so gracefully curl'd green elms, that a cottage was near; f there's peace to be found in the world, that was humble might hope for it here. and on flowers that languish'd around, repos'd the voluptuous bee; as at rest, and I heard not a sound, oodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree. this lone little wood, I exclaim'd, id who was lovely to soul and to eye, plush when I prais'd her, and weep when 'd, ='d could I live, and how calm could I die! e of yon sumach, whose red berry dips sh of the fountain, how sweet to recline, that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, never been sigh'd on by any but mine. OME REST IN THIS BOSOM. n this bosom, my own stricken deer! herd have flown from thee, thy home is iere; Oh! what was love made for if tis not the same and shame ? I knew not I ask'd not if guilt's in that heart, Thou call'st me thy angel in moments of bliss,— MID pleasures and palaces, though we may roam, Home, home-sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, there's no place like An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain ; There's no place like home, there's no place like wwwww THE BEACON, OR LIGHT-HOUSE. THE scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The land breeze blew mild, and the azure arch'd sky On the shadowy waves playful motion, From the Like a No longer Was he The time From the dim distant isle, till the beacon-fire blaz'd No longer the joy of the sailor boy's breast, One moment I look'd from the hill's gentle slope, The time is long pass'd and the scene is afar; That blaz'd on the breast of the billow. WILLIAM TELL. WHEN William Tell was doom'd to die, Gaz'd all around with dauntless look, And now, each valiant Swiss his grief partakes, For they sigh, And wildly cry, Poor William Tell! once hero of the lakes. But soon is heard the muffled drum, And straight the pointed arrow flies, The trembling boy expects his doom, And now each valiant Swiss their joy partakes, Live William Tell! the hero of the lakes. NOTHING TRUE BUT HEAVEN. THIS world is all a fleeting show, The smiles of Joy, the tears of Wo, There's nothing true but Heaven. And false the light on Glory's plume, And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day! From wave to wave we're driven; And fancy's flash, and Reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled wayThere's nothing calm but Heaven! wwwwwm FRIEND OF MY SOUL. FRIEND of my soul! this goblet sip, |