THE WEAVER BOY. "OH stay, oh stay, thou lady gay! And deign to lend an ear; Thy truest love is here." “And how dost thou presume to love," The lady gay replied, "A maid so much thy rank above, Both rich and dignified? Hence, simple boy, and learn to know "Oh stay, oh stay, thou lady gay!" "My station thou art far above, That truth too well I know, Since thou hast bought my work of love, And yet contemn'st me so." And how is that, the maid did say, F "Fair lady, as at work I sat, And wrought that garment fine, He took a fibre from my heart, LAMENT FOR MY DAUGHTER. My angel child! my angel child! Her arms around my neck she coil'd, She wept that we so soon must part; Oh, mournful hour! oh, anguish deep! Sweet flowers unto her grave I bring, HER EPITAPH. To the gentle and blest, In season appears; All beautiful and sweet, LINES OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON, AND BY SOME CIRCUMSTANCES CONNECTED THEREWITH. I SAW the sun go down- And in that dark'ning time, From earth to sky uprose the cry By Valtos, where Botzaris fell, And Britain, too, could tell How she had gloried in that day, A fearful sight advance! For up there came the cold, cold moon, That dream'd not of a night so soon. And curl'd around her crested horn, I saw a snake of fire, Which utter'd words of bitter scorn; Interminable ire Dwelt on the tongue of that strange thing, That round and round the moon did cling! Of broken vows, of pride that bled, The scorching reptile ever spoke ; Anon, it toss'd its scaly head, That flash'd as if the lightning broke! It nurs'd the flame, and kept it burning; Was ever known ;-no sigh, no tear, The present race of men shall die, Before another sun Arise so bright, or soar so high, As, lost one, thou hast done! The priest is laughing 'neath his robe, In hollow phrase they dole forth praise The press, which "should as air be free," SONG OF THE POLISH ARMY ON ITS RETREAT FROM WARSAW. WE meet at the home of our fathers no more, |