Sleep, sleep, alike unheeded now The storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow, That storm, whose rush is like thy martial lay, That breeze, which like thy love song dies away. BALLADS, SONGS, &c. Black and blue eyes. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em; Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleas'd when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray, "By adoring perhaps you may move me!" Says from under its lid, "I love, and I'm yours, if you love me!" The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, “I love, and am yours, if you love me!" dear Fanny, Then tell me, oh! why, Not a charm of its tint I discover; The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover, dear Fanny? Cease, oh! cease to tempt. Cease, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love; It never, never can So wild a flame approve. All its joys and pains To others I resign; But be the vacant heart, The careless bosom mine. Then cease, oh cease to tempt It never, never can So wild a flame approve. Say, oh! say no more, That lovers' pains are sweet; I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. Weeping day and night, And this I ne'er could prize. Believe the fond deceit. Dear Fanny. She has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you must not be caught so; Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, And 'tis not the first time I have thought so, "She is lovely!" then love her, nor let the bliss fly, 'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season; Thus Love has advis'd me, and who will deny, That Love reasons much better than Reason, Dear Fanny? |