SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. Hebrew Melody.-The Poetry by Lord Byron; the Musc by I. Nathan. Grazioso con moto. VO - t'ry sworn am I, Grant a lo ver one re-quest, Grant a lo - ver one re quest, Grant a lover one re-quest: Bear a tear, and bear a fec-tion, that each affection of thy heart, By sympathy is mine, is score to twen-ty. Auh wheugh! auh wheugh! auh wheugh! Or change three-score to twenty.' I once din'd with a rosy Cit, Who drank till he was mellow; Says I, 'You eat and laugh so much, Says he to me, 'You're wrong, my friend: I've got at home a bride, sir; She's always coaxing with my clerk, And I get henpeck'd beside, sir.' A lawyer and a doctor too I met, hands full of fees; I thought professions so divine Would insure a heart of ease. The lawyer said, 'You're wrong, my friend: AWAY! WE KNOW THAT TEARS ARE VAIN. Andantino con moto. A-way! we know that tears are - - vain, That death nor hears nor heeds pia. Moderato. LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS. The Poetry from Sir Walter Scott's 'Pirate'; the Music by I. M'Murdie. Love wakes and weeps, While beau- ty sleeps; O! for Music's soft est num-bers, To prompt a theme, For beauty's dream, Soft as the pillow of her slum - bers. No dream can give A shadow'd bliss the real excelling; No longer sleep, From lattice peep, And list the tale that Love is telling. Composed by G. F. Pinto. Mine be a cot be-side the hill! A bee-hive's hum shall soothe mine near; The swal-low oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; ger Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, Around my ivy'd porch shall spring And share my meal, a wel-come guest. The village church, among the trees, Andante. THE TWO LOVERS. The Poetry by Bishop Heber; the Music by Joseph Philip Knight. A knight and a la-dy once met in a grove, While each was in quest of a fu-gi-tive love; A ri-ver ran mournful-ly mur-mur-ing by, And they wept in its wa-ters for sym-pa thy. O! never was knight such sorrow that bore; O! ne-ver was maid so de-sert - ed before! From life and its woes let us instantly fly, They search'd for an eddy that suited the deedBut here was a bramble, and there was a weed;'How tiresome it is,' said the fair with a sigh! So they sat down to rest them in company. They gaz'd on each other, the maid and the knight; How fair was her form, and how goodly his height;'One mournful embrace,'sobb'd the youth,'ere we die!' So kissing and crying, kept they company! And jump in to- ge-ther for com-pa-ny. 'O! had I but lov'd such an angel as you!' 'O! had but my swain been a quarter as true!' 'To miss such perfection how blinded was II' Sure now they were very good company! At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear, 'The weather is cold for a watery bier; When summer returns we may easily die; Till then, let us sorrow in company!' TO DISTANT CLIMES. The Poetry by T. Crofton Croker; the Music by Alexander D. Roche. Lento con espress. To distant climes, far, far a-way, Though I may thought-less roam, Still, still I feel a secret sway, That binds my heart to home: For, though I love my na- tive isle, And prize her sea-beat shore, Though dear to me that happy smile The scenes of child-hood wore,- To dis-tant climes, far, far a-way, Though I may thoughtless ad lib. tr That binds my heart to home. But to the friends I left behind Would mem'ry fondly stray, And fancy to my musing mind Recall them, though away. To distant climes, &c. |