SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. Hebrew Melody.-The Poetry by Lord Byron; the Musc by I. Nathan. Grazioso con moto. like the night Of cloud-less climes and starry skies. One shade the more, one ray the less, had half im pair'd the name-less grace Which fec-tion, that each affection of thy heart, By sym pathy is mine, is mine, is mine. When thou art griev'd, I grieve no less; My joys, my joys, by thine are known, And ev'ry good thou wou'dst pos - sess Be-comes WAKE, MY LOVE. Composed by Weber. Wake, my love! The moon of sum-mer Bright-ly gilds the vault of night; Ev-'ry > vale and ev'ry mountain Mutely glo- ries in the sight. O! the night-wind breathes its am-'rous sigh, To each tree it whisp-'ring passes by, it whisp-'ring pass - es I once din'd with a rosy Cit, Who drank till he was mellow; Says I, 'You eat and laugh so much, You must be a jolly fellow.' 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.' 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. The Poetry by Lord Byron; the Music by P. Walsh Porter. LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS. Moderato. The Poetry from Sir Walter Scott's 'Pirate'; the Music by I. M'Murdie. Love wakes and weeps, While beau- ty sleeps; O! for Mu-sic's soft est num-bers, To prompt a theme, For beauty's dream, Soft as the pil- low 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 ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall lin near; The swal-low oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; 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, THE TWO LOVERS. The Poetry by Bishop Heber; the Music by Joseph Philip Knight. Andante. 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-serted 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!' TO DISTANT CLIMES. The Poetry by T. Crofton Croker; the Music by Alexander D. Roche. 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 b 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. |