TO THOMAS MOORE. My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee! Here's a sigh to those who love me, Though the ocean roar around me, Were 't the last drop in the well, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. With that water as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore. THE MUTINEERS OF THE BOUNTY AFTER THEIR DEFEAT. STERN, and aloof a little from the rest, Stood Christian, with his arms across his chest, His light brown locks, so graceful in their flow, A beacon which had cheered ten thousand nights. Walked up and down-at times would stand, then stoop -- To pick a pebble up - then let it drop - To scarce five minutes passed before the eyes; TO A LADY WEEPING. WEEP, daughter of a royal line, Weep - for thy tears are Virtue's tears, THE EAST. KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gull in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye; - "Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell. 31* ADIEU, thou Hill! where early joy Where Seience seeks each loitering boy Adieu, my youthful friends or foes, No more through Ida's paths we stray; Adieu, ye hoary Regal Fanes, Ye spires of Granta's vale, Where Learning robed in sable reigns, And Melancholy pale. Ye comrades of the jovial hour, On Cama's verdant margin placed, |