To you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong,

But friends in all the aged you'll meet
And lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have blest
Another with your heart,
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a brother's part;
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong,

For friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And lovers in the young.

FARE THEE WELL.

FARE thee well, and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well!
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee can my heart rebel.
Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again.

Would that breast, by thee glanc'd over,
Every inmost thought might show,
Then thou would'st at length discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.

But 'tis done, all words are idle,
Words from me are vainer still:
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way against the will.

Fare thee well, thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie,

Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this,-I scarce can die.

I'LL COME TO THEE.

I'LL come to thee when evening grey,
Steals soft along the silent dale;
When day in twilight melts away,
As dies soft music on the gale;

When Sol behind the hill is set,
I'll haste across the lea, my love!
When with dew the flowers are wet,
Then, then I'll come to thee, my love,

And as the time on halcyon wings,
Flies swift away, we'll sweetly toy,
And deem that every moment brings
More near, the happy hours of joy.
Nor till the orient east tells day

Is near, when thee and me, my love,
Must part, and I must haste away,
I'll bid adieu to thee, my love,

I HEARD THY FATE WITHOUT A TEAR.

I HEARD thy fate without a tear,
Thy loss with scarce a sigh,

And yet thou wert surpassing dear-
Too loved of all to die.

I know not what hath seared mine eye,

The tears refused to start;

But every drop its lips deny
Falls dreary on my heart.

Yes, deep and heavy, one by one,
They sink and turn to care:
As caverned waters wear the stone,
Yet drooping harden there.

They cannot petrify more fast

Than feeling's sunk, remain,

Which, coldly fixed, regard the past,

But never melt again.

CONSENT, I READ, LOVE, IN THOSE EYES.

COME love, I pray don't say nay,

Let me kiss those lips divine:

My tongue's too weak my love to speak,

No passion e'er did equal mine.

Of all the world thee most I prize,
Consent, I read, love, in those eyes.

Give loose to love, I'll never rove,
Ne'er from thee will I depart,
Pray then give ease, and with it peace,
To my almost broken heart.

Love like mine, it never dies,
Constant, I read, love, in those eyes.

I'LL LOVE THEE, SWEET, FOR EVER.

WHAT tho' yon blossom's a tender flower,
Shall I despise thee-never.
Tho' fortune shines or sorrows pour,

I'll love thee, sweet, for ever.

And if you breathe the bitter sigh,

Or ever think of grief,

My heart would burst-or else 'twould dic,
Till it had brought relief.

Then while I live I'll live to love,
I'll part with thee-oh never!
For while there is a heav'n above,
I'll love thee, sweet, for ever.

SWEET CAROLINE.

My beating heart with rapture glows
Whene'er I view that form divine,
My throbbing breast no passion knows,
Save love for thee, sweet Caroline!

Let those who wed alone for gold,

Compare their transient bliss with mine, Whilst their affection waxeth cold,

Mine warmer glows for Caroline.

THE ROSE OF AFFECTION.

THE lilies were blowing,

When Edward, all glowing,

With purest delight to his Flora did say—
Though short-lived each flower,

I plant round this bower,

Yet the rose of affection shall ne'er die away.

Then Flora soft sighing,

To Edward replying,

"Tis honour alone keeps true love from decay;

For, Edward, believe me,

Whene'er you deceive me,

The flower of affection will wither away.

THO' I LEAVE THEE NOW IN SORROW.

THOUGH I leave thee now in sorrow,
Smiles might light our love to-morrow;
Doomed to part, my faithful heart,
A gleam of joy shall borrow;

Ah! ne'er forget when friends are near,

That heart is thine for ever:

Thou may'st find those who will love thee dear,
But not a love like mine, O never!

O, WHERE IS MY LOVER?

O, WHERE is my lover, so fickle and frail ?
He vow'd he'd be constant to me;
Yet haply, now tells to another the tale,
Oft whisper'd near yonder lov'd tree.

Those dew-sprinkled branches by nature must fade,
Those blossoms will soon withered be;
But affection once plighted to man, or to maid,
Should prove firm as the root of a tree.

THE ROSE OF AFFECTION.

THE rose which I gave you at parting, my fair,
Has withered and faded away,

No longer its odours can perfume the air,
All fragrance was gone in a day;

But the promise you gave me will never depart,
Its mem'ry still lingers behind;

And even the life-pulse must cease in my heart,
Ere its soft hues shall fade from my mind.

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The rose of affection shall dwell in my breast,
And warmer its bright tints shall glow;
My solace it proves when by sorrow oppress'd,
It blooms in the midst of my woe.

Though perished and faded, the sweet flower you gave,
In my bosom its relics shall lie :

This desolate form shall be sunk in the wave,
Ere the rose of affection shall die.

I LOVE BUT THEE.

IF after all you still will doubt and fear me,
And think this heart to other loves will stray,
If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me,
By all those dreams I have when thou'rt away;
By every throb I feel when thou art near me -
I love but thee-I love but thee.

By those dark eyes where light is ever playing,
Where love in depth of shadow holds his throne,
And by those lips which give whate'er thou'rt saying,
Or grave or gay, a music of its own;

A music far beyond all minstrel's playing,
I love but thee-I love but thee.

By that fair brow where innocence reposes,
Pure as the moonlight sleeping upon snow,
And by that cheek whose fleeting blush discloses,
A hue too bright to bless this world below;
And only fit to dwell on Eden's roses,

I love but thee-I love but thee.

THE TEAR FELL GENTLY.

THE tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore:
My bosom heav'd with many a sigh,

To think I ne'er might see her more.

"Dear youth," she cried, "and canst thou haste away? My heart will break, a little moment stay.

Alas! I cannot, I cannot part from thee."

"The anchor's weigh'd; farewell, farewell, remember me!