14. IV. Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon 1 V. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose And fause luver staw my rose, A Red, Red Rose. 1. O, MY luve is like a red, red rose, II. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, III. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 15. IV. And fare thee weel, my only luve, Mary Morison. I. O MARY, at thy window be! It is the wish'd, the trysted hour. Could I the rich reward secure- II. Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sigh'd and said amang them a' :— "Ye are na Mary Morison !" III. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace 16. If love for love thou wilt na gie, Henderson and Henley's Text. LORD BYRON. She Walks in Beauty. I. SHE walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies II. ; One shade the more, one ray the less, III. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, A mind at peace with all below, с A heart whose love is innocent! 17. Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom. I. OH! snatched away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; II. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead! 18. III. Away! we know that tears are vain, That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou-who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. Song from "The Corsair." I. DEEP in my soul that tender secret dwells, II. There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp III. Remember me-Oh! pass not thou my grave Without one thought whose relics there recline: The only pang my bosom dare not brave IV. My fondest faintest-latest accents hear— 19. The first-last-sole reward of so much love! Song from "Don Juan." I. THE Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece! II. The Scian and the Teian muse, The Hero's harp, the Lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute |