OH YIELD, FAIR LIDS. From an unfinished MS. Drama, SHERIDAN, Oн yield, fair lids, the treasures of my heart, Release those beams, that make this mansion bright; Or while, oh, Sleep, thou dost those glances hide, Sweet as the cherub Innocence enjoy'd, When in thy lap, new-born, in smiles he lay. And thou, oh Dream, that com'st her sleep to cheer, Kiss her from me, and whisper in her ear, Till her eyes shine, 'tis night within my heart. It may be inferred from a passage in Moore's "Life of Sheridan," that he intended the unfinished drama whence these lines are taken to be called "The Foresters;" and that he was very hopeful of it, for he was wont to exclaim occasionally, to confidential friends, "Ah! wait till my Foresters comes out!" WE TWO. SHERIDAN. "WE two, each other's only pride, Through wilds will roam and deserts rude- “There shall no vain pretender be, But nature's voice shall hail thee, queen." "With fond respect and tender awe, Obey thy looks, and serve thee still, Be all that friends and parents are." These are also from the same MS. drama noticed in the foregoing song of "Oh, yield fair lids." 'BY COELIA'S ARBOUR. SHERIDAN. By Coelia's arbour, all the night, My love will twine thee round her brow. And if upon her bosom bright Some drops of dew should fall from thee; But tears of sorrow shed by me. In these charming lines Sheridan has wrought to a higher degree of finish an idea to be found in an early poem of his addressed to Miss Linley, beginning "Uncouth is this mosscovered grotto of stone." The poem is too long for quotation at length, and in truth not worth it, the choice bit Sheridan remembered, however, and reconstructed as above. The 'original idea stood thus: "And thou, stony grot, in thy arch may'st preserve "Or, lest they unheeded should fall at her feet, Let them fall on her bosom of snow; and I swear Moore, in his life of Sheridan, quotes these lines; but does not quote them quite correctly. He gives them as follows: he "And thou, stony grot, in thy arch may'st preserve Moore gives the quotation for the purpose of hinting that Sheridan borrowed the thought; Whether Sheridan was likely to have been a reader of Angerianus is, I think, doubtful -at all events the coincidence is curious."--Moore's Life of Sheridan, vol. 1. p. 50. Now, what is still more "curious," is, that Moore who accuses Sheridan of borrowing, is again (as in his foregoing songs) a borrower himself, from Sheridan;-let us refer to the following verses. THOU HAST SENT ME A FLOWERY BAND. MOORE. THOU hast sent me a flowery band, And told me 'twas fresh from the field; But if it were breath'd on by thee, Beneath the warm noon of thine eye, That affection hath stolen from thee! These last four lines are but another form of the idea in Sheridan's quatrain:"And if upon her bosom bright, Some drops of dew should fall from thee; Tell her they are not drops of night, But tears of sorrow shed by me." Moore, however, on the subject of plagiarism, declares "the descendants of Prometheus all steal the spark wherever they find it." MOLLY BAWN. SAMUEL LOVER. Он, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining, But their mother, Nature, set them sleeping, Oh, Molly Bawn, &c. Now the pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear, The wicked watch-dog here is snarling, For he knows I'd steal you, Molly, darling, Oh, Molly Bawn, &c. THOUGH dark fate hath 'reft me And widely we sever, How sad were the glances, But why should I dwell thus |