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WHERE ARE THE VISIONS.'
1. “ Where are the visions that round me once hover'd,
Forms that had grace in their shadows alone,
Heard me say " where are those visions, oh, where?"
On to the dim-shining ruins of Day,
Impatient to catch the last glimmer that shone; But scarcely again had the dark wizard flutter'd
His wing o'er my head, ere the light all was gone.
WIND THY HORN, MY HUNTER BOY.
Wind thy horn, iny hunter boy,
And leave thy lute's in glorious sighs,
Till war his nobler game supplies;
Till Echo, faint with answ'ring, dies, Burn, bright torches, burn till morn,
And lead us where the wild boar lies.
Hark! the cry,"he's found, he's found,”
Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho !
OH! GUARD OUR AFFECTION.
III. And tho', as Time gathers his clouds o'er our head, A shade, somewhat darker, o'er life they may spread; Yet transparent, at least, be the shadow they cast, So that Love's soften'd light may shine through to the last.
SLUMBER, OH! SLUMBER.
I. "Slumber, oh! slumber, if sleeping, thou mak'st My heart beat so wildly, I'm lost, when thou wak'st!"
Thus sung I to a maiden,
Who slept one summer's day,
With noon-tide sunshine, lay,
“Breathe not, oh, breathe not, ye winds, o'er her cheeks, If mute thus she charm me, I'm lost when she speaks.”
Thus sing I, while awaking,
She murmurs words, that seem,
Farewell of some sweet dream.
BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER.
Ere yet a leaf is dying;
Ours be their last sweet sighing.
Bring all that yet is ours,-
Drink of it now or never,-
Love, or she's lost for ever.
Down to oblivion going,—
Bright to the last drop flowing !
IF IN LOVING, SINGING.
Like summer odours, born to sigh
TOO PLAIN, ALAS!
Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er; Thy heart is chang'd, thy vow is brokenThou loy'st no more_thou lov'st no more.
The smile is gone which once they wore ! Tho'fondly still those arms enfold me, 'Tis not the same-thou lov'st no more!
I've thought thee all thou wert before;
IV. Oh! thou as soon the dead could'st waken
As lost affection's life restore ; Give peace to her that is forsaken,
Or bring back him, who loves no more.
WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD.
1.' When abroad, in the world thou appearest,
And the young and the lovely are there,
To my heart while of all thou'rt the dearest
To my eyes thou’rt of all the most fair.
But where's the light, like thine,
In sun and shade to shine,
Beauty's self us'd to steal from the skies
And post down to earth in disguise ! No matter what crowd around her might be, Men peep'd thro' the cloud, and whisper'd“ 'tis she !"
So, thou, where thousands are,
Dost shine the only star.
KEEP THOSE EYES STILL PURELY MINE.
Tho' far off I be;
To sweet minstrelsy,-
If when all on thee
Thou think'st the while on me.