Now shall Iran, belov'd of her hero! forget thee?— Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, Close, close by the side of that hero she'll set thee, Embalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart. Farewell!—be it ours to embellish thy pillow With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep; Each flower of the rock, and each gem of the billow, Shall sweeten thy bed, and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling, And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head; We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian are spark And gather their gold to strew over thy bed. Farewell-farewell-until Pity's sweet fountain They'll weep for the maiden who sleeps in this wave. Girl, dost thou know me? Girl, dost thou know me? Oh! what a wooer! I'll let you shortly know who am I. You sha'nt get over this; This laugh will end me quite : How the fool makes me laugh! But you shall weep for this fun by-and-by. I know where the wing'd. I know where the wing'd visions dwell I know each herb and flow'ret's bell, To twine our braid, To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. The image of love, that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid, Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour To twine our braid, To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. The visions that oft to worldly eyes Lurk in the fleshly mandrake's stem, To twine our braid, To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. The dream of the injur'd, patient mind, Is found in the bruis'd and wounded rind Then hasten we, maid, To twine our braid, To morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. Here is the lip that betrayed. Here is the lip that betray'd, Here is the blue eye that warm'd; Eyes for enamouring form'd! And trace every love-moulded line, When I fancied her faithfully mine. Glances too wildly admir'd! Blushes too fondly believ'd! Orator Puff. Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice, Oh! oh! orator Puff, One voice for one orator's surely enough. But he still talk'd away, spite of coughs and of frowns, So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs, That a wag once, on hearing the orator say 'My voice is for war,' ask'd him, which of them pray? Oh! oh! etc. Reeling homewards, one evening, top-heavy with gin, And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown, He tripp'd near a saw-pit, and tumbled right in, Sinking fund' the last words as his noddle came down, Oh! oh! etc. 'Good lord!' he exclaimed, in his he-and-she tones, C Help me out, help me out, I have broken my bones!' 'Help you out!' said a Paddy who pass'd, what a bother! Why there's two of you there; can't you help one another?" Oh! oh! &c. Paradise and the Peri. One morn a Peri at the gate |