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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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THE LIGHT GUITAR.
Oh! leave tbe gay and festive scenes.
The halls of dazzling light, And rove with me through forests green,
Beneath tho silent night; Then as we watch the llng'ring rays,
That shine through every star, I'll sing a song of happier days,
And strike the light guitar. I'll sing, &c.
I'll tell you how the maiden wept,
When her true knight was slain, And how her broken spirit slept,
And never woke again; I'll tell thee how the steed drew nigh,
And left his lord afar, But if my tale should make thee sigh,
I'll strike the light guitar.
But If my tale, &c. |
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ISLE OF BEAUTY, FAEE THEE WELL.
Shades of ev'ning close not o'er us,
Leave our lonely bark awhile, Morn, alas! will not restore us,
Yonder dim and distant isle; Still my fancy can discover,
Sunny spots where friends may dwell, Darker shadows round us hover,
Isle of beauty, fare thee well.
'Tls the hour when happy faces.
Smile around the taper's light; Who will fill our vacant places?
Who will sing our songs to-night? Through the mists that float above ua
Faintly sounds the vesper bell; Like a voice from those who love ua,
Breathing fondly, fare thee well.
When the waves are round me breaking.
As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking,
Some green leaf to rest upon; What would I not give to wander,
Where my old companions dwell. Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of beauty, fare thee well! |
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THE VOICE OF HEE I LOVE.
How sweet at close of silent eve
The harp's responsive sound; How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive,
And deeds by virtue crown'd! How sweet to sit beneath a tree
In some delightful grove; But, oh! more soft, more sweet to me,
The voice of her I love.
Whene'er she Joins the village train
To hall the new-born day. Mellifluous notes compose each stralD
Which zephyrs waft away. The frowns of fate I'll calmly bear.
In humble sphere to move; Content and blass'd whene'er I hear
The vole* of her I leva. |
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