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WHERE'S THE HEART.

Where's the heart so cold,

Thy harp could not awaken,
Hear thy story told,

Nor feel its pulses shaken.

When amid the strings

Thy magic fingers straying,
If that thou hadst but wings

We'd think an angel playing.

When we hear thy tale

Of woe and virtue given,
We feel thou can'st not fail

To yet be one in heaven.

DEAR OBJECT OF DEFEATED CARE.

Dear object of defeated care

Though now of love and thee bereft;
To reconcile me with despair,

Thine image and thy tears are left.
'Tis said, with sorrow time can cope,

But that I feel can ne'er be true;
For by the death-blow of my hope,

My memory immortal grew.

MY GAUNTLET'S DOWN.

My gauntlet's down, my flag unfurl'd,

Whate'er my fortune be,
For thee, my love, I'd lose the world,

Or win a world in thee!

Yes! thon shalt be my polar star,
O'er youth's bewildering tide,

To lands of promised bliss afar,
My bright and beaming guide.

My gauntlet's down, &c.

WEEP FOR THE HEIRESS.

Weep for the heiress of the isles,
The brightest gem that ever shone;

Oh, loudly raise the caronach,—
Malvina, fair, is lost and gone!

Oh! vainly shall the bridegroom come!

His joys, his hope, his pride is flown. Joy has, with her, forsook its home,

Malvina, dear, is lost and gone!

HE'S THE MAN TO WIN THE DAY.

When a trembling lover dies,
With a heart brimful of woe,

Stands aloof and when he sighs,
What he wants won't let us know;
Let him go, let him go,
Women are not conquered so.

But the youth who boldly speeds,

Like a hero to the fray,
Speaks his mind, and when he pleads,

Will not let us answer nay.

Let him stay, let him stay,

He's the man to win the day.

MY HEART'S MY OWN.

My heart's my own, my will is free,
And so shall be my voice;

No mortal man shall wed with me,
Till first he's made my choice.

Let parents rule, cry Nature's laws,.

And children still obey,
And is there then no saving clause,

Against tyrannic sway?

THE INDIAN DRUM.

Hark ! 'tis the Indian drum!
The woods and rocks around
Echo the warlike sound!

WHERE THE BEE SUCKS.

Where the bee sucks, there lurk I,

In a cowslip's bell I lie,

There I couch when owls do cry;

On a bat's back do I fly,

After sunset, merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

TO THE OLD—LONG LIFE.

To the old—long life and treasure,
To the young—all health and pleasure,

To the fair—their face,

With eternal grace—
And the rest to be lov'd at leisure.

FUDDLE THY NOSE.

Merrily, merrily push round the glass,

And merrily troll the glee; For he who won't drink till he wink is an ass,

So, neighbour, I drink to thee.

Merrily, merrily fuddle thy nose,

Until it right rosy shall be:
-For a jolly red nose, I speak under the rose,
Is a sign of good company.

BEAUTY AND WINE.

Brisk wine and lovely women are
The source of all our joys,
A brimmer softens every care,
And beauty never cloys;
Then let us drink, and let us love,
While yet our hearts are gay,
Women and wine we all approve,
As blessings night and day.

SEA-GIRT ENGLAND.

Sea-girt England,—fertile land!

Plenty, from her richest stores,
Ever with benignant hand

Her treasures on your bosom pours,
England to yourself be true ;—

When your realm is truly bless'd,
Tis when a monarch's love for you

Is by your loyalty confess'd. .

ANNA, THY CHARMS.

Anna, thy charms my bosom fires,
And waste my soul with care;

But ah ! how bootless to admire,
When fatal to despair.

Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
To hope may be forgiv'n!

For sure 'twere impious to despair,
So much in sight of Heav'n.

HONEST NATURE ANSWERS, NO.

What is love ? an idle passion,

Sage advisers call it so;
Can 1 treat it in their fashion?

Honest Nature answers, no.
Wise ones, cease, in vain your preaching,

Age has turned your hearts to snow;
Can I profit by your teaching?

Honest Nature answers, no.

THE HARDY SAILOR.

The hardy sailor braves the ocean,

Fearless of the roaring wind, Yet his heart with soft emotion,

Throbs to leave his love behind. To dread of foreign foes a stranger,

Though the youth can, dauntless, roam, Alarming fears paint every danger,

In a rival left at home.

The hardy sailor, &c.

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