Oh! while in every fainting note Yes, I indeed remember well Those hours of pleasure past and o'er ; SONG. WHERE is the nymph, whose azure eye Was that her footstep on the hill— No; 'twas the wind, and all is still : Come to me, love, I've wander❜d far, SONG. WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. Then, Chloe, when thy beauty's flower Shall feel the wintry air, Remembrance will recal the hour When thou alone wert fair! Then talk no more of future gloom; For hope shall brighten days to come, Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl, Thou never canst decay in soul, Thou'lt still be young for me. And, as thy lips the tear-drop chase Then fill the bowl-away with gloom! Our joys shall always last; For hope shall brighten days to come, But mark, at thought of future years VOL. VII. 14 My Chloe drops her timid tears, They mingle with my bowl! How like this bowl of wine, my fair, Though tears may sometimes mingle there, The draught will still be sweet! Then fill the bowl-away with gloom! Our joys shall always last; For hope will brighten days to come, THE SHRINE. ΤΟ My fates had destined me to rove To pass, nor tell a single bead, With them would be profane indeed! I now have reach'd THE SHRINE at last! REUBEN AND ROSE. A TALE OF ROMANCE. THE darkness which hung upon Willumberg's walls Has long been remember'd with awe and dismay! For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls, And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day; Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a beam, Yet none could the woods of the castle illume; And the lightning which flash'd on the neighbouring stream, Flew back, as if fearing to enter the gloom! |