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Tell me not that thou dost love me,
Though it thrill me with delight: Thou art, like the stars, above me;
I-the lowly earth at night.
Hast thou (thou from kings descended)
Loved the Indian cottage-born; And shall she, whom Love befriended,
Darken all thy hopeful morn?
Go,—and for thy father's glory,
Wed the blood that's pure and free : "Tis enough to gild my story,
That I once was loved by thee!
Spirit of the summer breeze !
Come and fawn about her hair!
Kiss the fringes of her eyes ! Ask her why she looks so fair,
When she heedeth not my sighs ?
Tell her, murmuring summer air,
That her beauty's all untrue ; Tell her, she should not seem fair
Unless she be gentle too !
IS MY LOVER ON THE SEA ?
lover on the sea,
Rock him into rest !
Let no angry wind arise,
Nor a wave with whitened crest: All be gentle as his eyes
When he is caressed !
Bear him (as the breeze above
Bears the bird unto its nest,)
And there bid him rest!
A DRINKING SONG.
Drink, and fill the night with mirth!
Let us have a mighty measure, Till we quite forget the earth,
And soar into the world of pleasure. Drink, and let a health go round,
('Tis the drinker's noble duty,) To the eyes that shine and wound,
To the mouths that bud in beauty !
Here's to Helen ! why, ah! why
Doth she fly from my pursuing ? Here's to Marian, cold and shy !
May she warm before thy wooing ! Here's to Janet ! I've been e'er,
Boy and man, her staunch defender, Always sworn that she was fair,
Always known that she was tender!
Fill the deep-mouthed glasses high
Let them with the champaign tremble, Like the loose wrack in the sky,
When the four wild winds assemble ! Here's to all the love on earth,
(Love, the young man's, wise man's treasure !) Drink, and fill your throats with mirth!
Drink, and drown the world in pleasure !
Come again ! come again!
Pour around the sparkling wine,
Quaff the bowl of juicy grape, Give the fair ones face divine
Beauty, majesty, and shape.
Honour then the queen of love
coral teat we prove.
Who but loves a rosy lip,
Moisten'd with the morning dewSuch a lip where bees would sip
Were they blest like those that do.
Who but loves a boundless sea
Where the honey'd milk is rife, In the fair will find agree,
All the nectar'd sweets of life. Drain-ah then the sparkling bowl,
To the fair one whom you love, Knit with her in heart and soul,
Joy shall round your circle move!