Who learns how lightly, fleetly pass
This world and all that's in it,

From the bumper that but crowns his glass,
And is gone again next minute!

The diamond sleeps within the mine,

The pearl beneath the water;

While Truth, more precious, dwells in wine,
The grape's own rosy daughter.

And none can prize her charms like him,
Oh, none like him obtain her,
Who thus can, like Leander, swim
Through sparkling floods to gain her!

HERE SLEEPS THE BARD.

(HIGHLAND AIR.)

Hr sleeps the Bard who knew so well A the sweet windings of Apollo's shell; Wther its music roll'd like torrents near, I died, like distant streamlets, on the ear. Sp, sleep, mute bard; alike unheeded now storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow;hat storm, whose rush is like thy martial lay; That breeze which, like thy love-song, dies away!

DO NOT SAY THAT LIFE IS WANING.

Do not say that life is waning,

Or that Hope's sweet day is set;
While I've thee and love remaining,
Life is in th' horizon yet.

Do not think those charms are flying,
Though thy roses fade and fall;
Bauty hath a grace undying,

Which in thee survives them all.

Not for charms, the newest, brightest, That on other cheeks may shine, Would I change the least, the slightest, That is ling ring now o'er thine.

THE GAZELLE.

Dost thou not hear the silver bell, Through yonder lime-trees ringing? Tis my lady's light gazelle,

To me her love thoughts bringing,All the while that silver bell Around his dark neck ringing.

See, in his mouth he bears a wreath,
My love hath kiss'd in tying;
Oh, what tender thoughts beneath
Those silent flowers are lying,-
Hid within the mystic wreath,
My love hath kiss'd in tying!

Welcome, dear gazelle, to thee,
And joy to her, the fairest,

Who thus hath breath'd her soul to me,
In every leaf thou bearest;
Welcome, dear gazelle, to thee,
And joy to her, the fairest!

Hail, ye living, speaking flowers,
That breathe of her who bound ye;
Oh, 'twas not in fields, or bowers.
'Twas on her lips, she found ye;-
Yes, ye blushing, speaking flowers,
"Twas on her lips she found ye.

NO-LEAVE MY HEART TO REST.

No-leave my heart to rest, if rest it may,
When youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.
Couldst thou, when summer hours are fled,
To some poor leaf that's fall'n and dead,
Bring back the hue it wore, the scent it shed?
No leave this heart to rest, if rest it may,
Wheir youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.

Oh, had I met thee then, when life was bright,
Thy smile might still have fed its tranquil light;
But now thou com'st like sunny skies,
Too late to cheer the seaman's eyes,
When wreck'd and lost his bark before him lies!
No-leave this heart to rest, if rest it may,
Since youth, and love, and hope, have pass'd away.