NATIONAL AIRS. A temple to Friendship. Spanish Air. 87 "A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted, "Oh! never," she cried, “could I think of enshrining "An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; "But you, little god, upon roses reclining, "We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of him." So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove"Farewell,” said the sculptor, “you're not the first maiden "Who came but for friendship, and took away love." Flow on, thou shining river. Portuguese Air. Flow on, thou shining river, But if, in wand'ring thither, Thou find'st she mocks my pray'r, Then leave those wreaths to wither Upon the cold bank there. And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Her lone and loveless charms shall be Thrown by upon life's weedy shore, Like those sweet flow'rs from thee. All that's bright must fade. Indian Air. All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest, All that's bright must fade, But to be lost when sweetest. Stars that shine and fall, The flow'r that droops in springing, These, alas! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest, All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking? Better far to be In utter darkness lying, Than to be blest with light and see All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest, All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! So warmly we met. Hungarian Air, So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted! Or that tear of passion which bless'd our farewell, The first was like day-break-new, sudden, delicious, To think that such happiness could not remain ; While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to morrow Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again. Those evening bells. Air-The bells of St. Petersburgh. Those ev'ning bells! those ev'ning bells! |