Those joyous hours are past away; And so 'twill be, when I am gone; Should those fond hopes. Portuguese Air. Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee, And leave thy winter unheeded and lone: Oh! 'tis then he thou hast slighted Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er ; Then the truant, lost and blighted, Would to his bosom be taken once more. Dost thou remember. Portuguese Air. Dost thou remember that place so lonely, Where first I told thee all my secret sighs? And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes? Then, then while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us-never, never more to part! And when I call'd thee by names the dearest 89 My life, my only life," among the rest; In those sweet accents that still enthrall me, Thou said'st, "Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me? Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best; For life soon passes, but how blest to be That soul, which never, never parts from thee!" Fare thee well, thou lovely one! Sicilian Air. Fare thee well, thou lovely one! Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell, But eyes that acted truth so well Were sure to be believ'd. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Yet those eyes look constant still, True as stars, they keep their light; Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. Dost thou remember. Portuguese Air. Dost thou remember that place so lonely, Where first I told thee all my secret sighs? And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes? Then, then while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us-never, never more to part! And when I call'd thee by names the dearest 89 That soul, which never, never parts from thee !" Oh! come to me when daylight sets. Venetian Air. Oh! come to me when daylight sets; Sweet! then come to me; When smoothly go our gondolets O'er the moonlight sea. When Mirth's awake, and Love begins, Beneath that glancing ray, To steal young hearts away. . Sweet! then come to me, When smoothly go our gondolets Oh! then's the hour for those who love, Sweet! like thee and me; And Echo sings again, So sweet, that all with ears and souls So come to me when daylight sets; When smoothly go our gondolets |