Not seldom is the soul depressed
Whilst tearless is the eye;

For there are woes that wring the breast

When Feeling's fount is dry;

Sorrows that do not fade with years,
But-dwelling all too deep for tears-
Rankle eternally!-

Such now as in my bosom swell,

Read thou, in this wild word-FAREWELL !

THE KEEPSAKE.

Anonymous.

OH! know'st thou why, to distance driven,
When Friendship weeps the parting hour,
The simplest gift that moment given,
Long, long retains a magic power?

Still, when it meets the musing view,
Can half the theft of Time retrieve-
The scenes of former bliss renew,
And bid each dear idea live?

It boots not if the pencil'd rose,
Or sever'd ringlet, meet the eye;
Or India's sparkling gems enclose
The talisman of sympathy!

"Keep it—yes, keep it for my sake!"

On fancy's ear still breathes the sound; Ne'er time the potent charm shall break, Nor loose the spell Affection bound!

STANZAS TO

Anonymous.

OH, lady! I have seen thee often,
But never knew thee half so fair;
I've mark'd the moon thy beauty soften,
And loved the gilding fashion's glare.

And now, beside this lamp alone,

Why beams that eye so bright to me; Why has❜t not so on others shone,Why were they so unbless'd by thee?

Another's eye as dark as thine

Hath flash'd a soul perhaps as high; And others' locks as lovely twine

On brows would soothe as deep a sigh.

As snow-surpassing bosoms heave

With words as sweet and tones as swelling,
As heaven-descended footsteps leave
As warm a heart, as sad a dwelling.

Thee or thine I deem they are not;

I'm bound to thee, none can unbind;

For all but for thyself I care not,

Thyself alone-thy self of mind.

Lov'st thou me, loveliest lady! say?

Thou dost thou dost-that blessed tear,

That blush-oh, tell me!-yet delay,

'Tis what I dare not hope to hear.

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On such occasions should be civil-
The devil!-I'm loth to do him wrong,
It might be some untoward saint,
Who would not be at rest too long,
But to his pious bile gave vent-
But one fair night, some lurking spies
Surprised and seiz'd us both.

The Count was something more than
I was unarm'd; but if in steel,
All cap-à-pie from head to heel,
What 'gainst their numbers coulo
'Twas near his castle, far away

From city or from succour near.
And almost on the break of.
1 did not think to see another.
My moments seem'd reduc'+
And with one prayer to Mary

And, it may be, a saint or two
As I resign'd me to my fate,
They led me to the castle gate

Theresa's doom I never knew,
Our lot was henceforth separate
An angry man, ye may opine,
Was he, the proud Count Palati
And he had reason good to be,

But he was most enraged lest s”
An accident should chance to
Upon his future pedigree.

Slow-surpawing ima
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v.na hear Himine

Not seldom is the soul depressed
Whilst tearless is the eye;

For there are woes that wring the breast
When Feeling's fount is dry;—
Sorrows that do not fade with years,
But-dwelling all too deep for tears-
Rankle eternally!–

Such now as in my bosom swell,
Read thou, in this wild word-FAREWELL!

THE KEEPSAKE.

Anonymous.

OH! know'st thou why, to distance driven,
When Friendship weeps the parting hour,
The simplest gift that moment given,
Long, long retains a magic power?

Still, when it meets the musing view,
Can half the theft of Time retrieve-
The scenes of former bliss renew,
And bid each dear idea live?

It boots not if the pencil'd rose,
Or sever'd ringlet, meet the eye;
Or India's sparkling gems enclose
The talisman of sympathy!

"Keep it—yes, keep it for my sake!"

On fancy's ear still breathes the sound; Ne'er time the potent charm shall break, Nor loose the spell Affection bound!