THE GONDOLA.

The Poetry by T. K. Hervey; the Music by John Rogers.

calm moon-light: The star of the north Shows her gold- en eye, But a brighter looks

forth From yon lattice on high, But a brighter looks forth From yon lattice on high.

O long I've been wan - d'ring thro' val-ley and bow'rs, In seek-ing a

queen of all flow'rs; And ma-ny I've found ve-ry fair to the eye, But sharp piercing thorns spoil'd their ad lib.

Deau - ti-ful dye, But sharp piercing thorns spoil'd their beautiful dye: And my

love has declar'd, if she find but one thorn, By all that is true, she'll not wed me at ad lib.

wed me at mora. O! where can I wan-der, and where can I go, To find such a

no! O! where can I

go, To find such a treasure?-O! no-where-O! no-where-O! no, no, no, no!

Say, is she not cruel? such flow'rs do not blow,-
For where tis the Eden now thornless below?
I'll tell her, my love, all my labour were vain,
Though earth I roam'd over again and again.

But a rose without thorns, ah! believe me 'tis true,
I have found it at last,-dearest love, it is you!
Then doubt me not, fairest,-nay, bid me not go
To seek such another-O! no, no, no, no!

A LAY OF GREETING FROM AFAR.

The Music by His Royal Highness Prince Albert; the Poetry translated from the German of Prince Ernest by William Ball.-Published by Lonsdale.

ndantino.

How it rustles 'mid the bowers! How it floats in whispers by! What is this that

tending, Sweeps o'er wood-land, lake, and plain!

Now a charm of Eden

lending "To the moon's un-cloud - ed reign, To the moon's un- cloud -ed reign!

O! ye airs, that softly yonder

Hail each leaflet of the grove,

Tell me, ye, afar that wander,

Where ye greet the friend I love?

Bid him, as ye hover o'er him,
Deem my constant spirit near,
And my wafted song restore him,
Now, O! more than ever dear!

SAY, LITTLE FOOLISH FLUTTERING THING.
Composed by Dr. Arne.

go,

Where, you wan-ton, could you be Half so hap-py as with

me?

THERE IS NOT A BREATH.

The Poetry by Delta.-The Music by Alex. D. Roche.

There is not a breath on the breast of the o-cean-The sun-beams on yon - der blue

waves are a-sleep- The bright fea- ther'd tribes of the sea are in mo-tion, Or

breez-es for-sa-ken, And the mar- in - er anx-iously plies at the oar, Till the

What's this dull town to me? What made it dear?

wish'd to see-What wish'd to hear?

That made this heav'n on earth? O, they are all fled with thee, Ro-bin

O ERIN, THE LAND OF THE FAIR AND THE BOLD.
The Poetry by W. F. Collard.-The Music by I. C. Clifton.

Fair lake, whose bright crystal of beau - ti ful waters, Re-flect-ing the au-tumn's rich f

bright-ness un-fold - ing, And foun-tains from which none but

O! could the first moment when ardent affection
Responsive breaks forth from the eye and the
heart,

Be pass'd near thy waters, whose glowing reflection
Can charms so unearthly to nature impart;

Moderato.

Methinks 'twere a boon too delicious for granting-
A gift for a lover too blissfully high,

In a moment so bless'd-'midst a scene so en.

chanting

To clasp his belov'd, and, in clasping her, die!

m

THE INVITATION.

The Poetry arranged expressly for this work to an Air by Bellini.

O, come, 'tis the hour thou didst pro-mise to meet me-The moon now has ris-en, the

stars glimmer bright; O, come, for the night - in-gale's wait-ing to greet thee, And Fine.

ush-er, with music, the fast-com - ing night. 'Tis sweet to be hold the first

welcome re-turn of pros-per-i-ty's hour: But sweet-er than these are thy glances to me.

O, come and behold how the beauties are growing-
The moon dances merrily through the broad skies;
O, fear not the breezes ;-no rough winds are blow-
ing,-

'Tis only the soft evening zephyr that sighs.

Then come! O delay not,-the moments are fleeting,
The time that thou lingerest we ne'er can regain;
Could'st thou tell how my heart in this bosom is
beating,
[peace there again.
Thou wouldst come with thy smile, and shed

THE VOICE AND THE FLOWER.

Swiss Ballad, Tue Words by Mrs. F. A. Davidson; The Music by J. Elewitt.