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She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald
sings,
It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings:
Where is she gone, where is she gone 7
Her love and my love are different things;
And I–am left all alone!

II. I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow; Where is she gone, where is she gone? She told me such horrors were never worn now ; And I-am left all alone ! But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair, And I guess who it came from-of course I don’t care! We all know that girls are as false as they’re fair; Where is she gone, where is she gone? I'm sure the lieutenant's a horrible bear, And I—am left. all alone!

III. Whenever we go on the Downs for a ride,Where is she gone, where is she gone? She looks for another to trot by her side: And I-am left all alone! And whenever I take her down stairs from a ball, She nods to some puppy to put on her shawl: I'm a peaceable man, and I don’t like a brawl;Where is she gone, where is she gone 7

But I would give a trifle to horsewhip them all; And I–am left all alone!

IV.

She tells me her mother belongs to the sect,
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
Which holds that all waltzing is quite incorrect:
And I–am left all alone !
I3ut a fire's in my heart, a fire's in my brain,
When she waltzes away with Sir Phelim
O'Shane;
I don't think I ever can ask her again:
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
And, Lord! since the summer she's grown very
plain;
And I–am left all alone!

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She said that she liked me a twelvemonth ago;

Where is she gone, where is she gone? And how should I guess that she'd torture me so?

And I–am left all alone ! Some day she'll find out it was not very wise To laugh at the breath of a true lover's sighs; After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize:

Where is she gone, where is she gone?— Louisa Dalrymple has exquisite eyes;

And I’ll be no longer alone !

(1831.)

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PATHER—Father—I confess—
Here he kneeled and sighed,
When the moon’s soft loveliness
Slept on surf and tide.
In my ear the prayer he prayed
Seems to echo yet ;
But the answer that I made—
Father—I forget !
Ora pro me !

II.

Father—Father—I confess—
Precious gifts he brought;
Satin sandal, silken dress;
Ičicher ne'er were wrought;
Gems that make the daylight dim,
Plumes in gay gold set;-
But the gaud I gave to him—
Father—I forget !
Ora pro me!

III.

Father—father—I confess—
He's my beauty's thrall,
In the lonely wilderness,
In the festive hall;
All his dreams are aye of me,
Since our young hearts met;
What my own may sometimes be—
Father—I forget !
Ora pro me !

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FARE thee well, love, fare thee well l
From the world I pass away,
Where the brightest things that dwell
All deceive, and all decay;
Cheerfully I fall asleep,
As by some mysterious spell;
Yet I weep, to see thee weep;
Fare thee well, love, fare thee well !

II.

Tell of me, love, tell of me!
Not amid the heartless throng;
Not where Passion bends the knee,_
Not where Pleasure trills the song,
But when some most cherished one
By your side at eve shall be,
Ere your twilight tales are done,
Tell of me, love, tell of me !

III,

Leave me now, love, leave me now
Not with sorrow, not with sighs;
Not with clouds, love, on thy brow,
Not with tears, love, in thine eyes;
We shall meet, we know not where,
And be blest, we dream not how ;
With a kiss, and with a prayer,
Leave me now, love, leave me now

(APRIL, 1832.)

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