Page. Why should we sigh,.. Woodman, spare that tree,.. When on thy bosom I recline,..... When morning, like a blushing bride,.... Woman! I've held thy hand in mine,. 50 62 73 82 93 142 When first I gazed, oh! lady fair,... 173 What is that, mother,... 197 When those dreams that enchant,. 256 Your heart is a music-box, dearest,.... .... 36 AMERICAN MELODIES. THE CARRIER PIGEON. BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL. COME hither, thou beautiful rover, And bringest him news from his fair. Here is bread of the whitest and sweetest, Though thy wing is the lightest and fleetest, 'Tis the colour of true hearts, sky blue. I have fastened it under thy pinion, While the blue ether shows not a speck: SPARKLING AND BRIGHT. BY C. F. HOFFMAN. SPARKLING and bright in liquid light With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would wish to dream in. As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time, through Life's dominions, We here awhile would now beguile To drink to-night with hearts as light, As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, But since delight can't tempt the wight, Nor Love himself can hold the elf, Nor sober Friendship stay him, We'll drink to-night with hearts as light, As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, THE LAST SONG. BY JAMES G. BROOKS. STRIKE the wild harp yet once again! Then let the melancholy strain Be hushed in death for evermore. Strike the wild harp yet once again! Silent as is the grave's domain, And mute as the death-mouldered tongue. Let not a thought of memory dwell Which plays its pensive strings along! Strike the wild harp yet once again! Then break at once its strings in twain, The hours of youth and song have passed, DRINK AND AWAY. BY THE REV. WILLIAM CROSWELL. [There is a beautiful rill in Barbary received into a large basin, which bears a name signifying "Drink and away," from the great danger of meeting with rogues and assassins.-DR. SHAW.] UP! pilgrim and rover, Life's wearisome waste. Thy footsteps betray Oh, drink and away! |