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SIGH NOT FOR LOVE. Ar! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know Every torment that waits on us mortals below; If you fain would avoid all the dangers and snares, That attend human lot, and escape all its cares,
Sigh not for love! If cheerfulness smile on the glass as you sip, And you wish not to dash the sweet cup from your lip; If life's rill you'd see sparkle, with pleasure's gay beam, Nor destroy the bright bubbles that rise on the stream,
Sigh not for love! If you dread the sharp pangs that assail the fond heart, If you wish to shun sorrow, and mirth would impart; If you prize a calm life, with contentment and ease, If pleasure can charm you, and liberty please,
Sigh not for love!
Tom Starboard was a lover true,
As brave a tar as ever sail'd;
Tom did, and never yet had fail'd.
Within a league of England's coast,
For all the crew but Tom were lost.
His strength restor’d, Tom hied with speed,
True to his love as e'er was man;
Rich he in thoughts of lovely Nan.
But scarce five miles poor Tom had gain'd,
When he was press'd; he heav'd a sigh,
Ere flinch from duty he would die.
Nay, when he'd lost an arm, resign’d,
Had sav'd his life, and fate was kind,
His lost liinb serv'd him for a joke ;
With love his heart was heart of oak,
Ashore, in haste Tom nimbly ran
To cheer his love, his destin'd bride,
Six inonths before, that Tom had died.
No remedy her life could save;
They laid his Nancy in her grave.
From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested,
A sprig her fair breast to adorn:
If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.
She blush'd like the dawning of morn;
No, by Heaven! &c.
CHEROKEE INDIAN DEATH SONG.
The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, But glory remains when their lights fade away. Begin, ye tormentors, your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low. Why so slow? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain ? No! the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away: Now the flame rises fast; ye exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone: His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes as a friend, to relieve me from pain; And the son of Alknomook has scorn'd to complain!
THE GIRL OF MY HEART.
I HAVE parks, I have grounds,
I have deer, I have hounds,
I have youth, I have wealth,
I have strength, I have health,
To share those treasures with me,
No pleasure would it give me,
My domain far extends,
And sustains social friends,
We have balls, we have plays,
We have routs, public days,
To share those treasures with me!
No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart.
Then give me the girl of my heart.
SAID A SMILE TO A TEAR.
Said a smile to a tear,
On the cheek of my dear, And beam'd like the sun in spring weather,
In sooth, lovely tear,
It strange must appear,
I come from the heart,
A soft balm to impart,
And I, said the smile,
That heart now beguile,
Oh! then said the tear,
Sweet smile, it is clear,
And how lovely that face,
Which together we grace,
LILIES OF THE VALLEY.
O’er seas and distant shores,
I've pass'd some pleasant hours;
A girl like blythsome Sally;
“Sweet lilies of the valley."
From nestling of each tree,
So social, gay, and free:
And often try to rally,
“ Sweet lilies of the valley."
To see my native soil ;
To plough my country's soil:
So I possess my Sally,
“Sweet lilies of the valley.”
THE TRUMPET SOUNDS A VICTORY.
He was fam’d for deeds of arms,