He'll never meet A joy so sweet In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear And, at every close, she blush'd to hear Oh! that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot, Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot "Twas odour fled As soon as shed; "Twas morning's winged dream! "Twas a light, that ne'er can shine again Oh! 'twas light, that ne'er can shine again TO-NIGHT. Horace Twiss.. OH! cast not a damp on this hour of delight, Nor check the glad pulse which is bounding to night: To-night not a tear must be suffer'd to roll, But the drops that may fall from the brim of the bowl: We rise on the surface, and fade with a breath, And they dance on the wave, ere they melt into death. And perhaps, when the changes of time shall convey And the warm lips of Love may be silent and cold, The few who survive will remember to-night, FAREWELL. T. Moore. Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour And still on that evening when pleasure fills up My soul, happy friend, shall be with you that night, Shall join in your revels, your sports and your wiles Let fate do her worst; there are relics of joy YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND, YE Mariners of England! T. Campbell That guard our native seas; Whose flag has brav'd, a thousand years, The battle, and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceas'd to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceas'd to blow. |