The Poetry by J. W. Leslie. The Music by J. M. Jolly.- Published by Davidson. height-ens our love! For there's warmth, When friend shall meet friend in convivial throng, They chill not with water the heart's glowing flood: To the heartless alone such cold comforts belongTrue friendship is sign'd with the grape's ruby blood! DARK-EYED BEAUTY. The Poetry by Leman Rede; to the Music of. Tu non sai,' in Bellini's Opera of La Sonnambula.' Published by Davidson. Allegretto Moderato. Dark-eyed beauty, thy witching glan-ces call up visions fraught with joy and roll o'er gold-en sands, And flow'rs that nev-er die. My na-tive isle! my na - tive isle! Tho' bleak and bare thou be, And scant and cold thy sum-mer smile, Thou'rt all the world to me! Thou'rt all the world to me! Thou'rt all the world to me! Tho' scant and cold thy sum-mer smile, Thou'rt all the world to me! When wintry winds assail, Securely sleeps beneath the snow-- Its cold and kindly veil, Transplanted to a richer soil, Where genial breezes play, In sickly bloom will droop awhile, Then wither and decay : Thou rt all the world to me, Though cold thy smile, my native isle! Thou'rt all the world to me! rock, and the loud tem-pests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willow, Like fond weeping mourn-ers, lean o - ver the grave. The lightnings may flash, and the loud thun-ders rattle: He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain;-He sleeps his last sleep-he has fought his last battle! No sound can a wake him to O! his voice is clear as it gayly peals On a happy bridal morn, For he'll wail no louder the death of a king Tolling on, with solemn knell, A solemn sound has the Old Church Bell. Ding, dong, &c. He has seen the sire and seen the son To the village churchyard bend; And the deep-ton'd welcome shall still ring ox, Till Time itself shall end; And his loud old tongue, like a lonely bird, For the sweetest music earth e'er heard Tolling on, with solemn knell, A mournful sound has the Old Church Bell. Ding, dong, &c. COULD THE VOICE THAT I LOV'D WAKE AGAIN TO THIS EAR. Poetry by Leman Rede, to Moore's Irish Melody, 'She's far from the land.'-Published by Davidson. Lenio Maestuso. LOVE, THEY SAY, IS LIKE THE METEOR. Poetry by George Soane, A.B.; to the Music of Durch die Thaler,' from Flotow's Opera of Stradella. Love, they say, is like the me-teor, Burn-ing from some fen at night: Lead-ing ocean's path - less way. Rather like the rainbow name it, Rising when the storm is past, Herald of a brighter evening, Though the morn was overcast. |