Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play— Which none may hear but she and thou! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind! NAMES. FROM LESSING. I ASKED my fair, one happy day, What I should call her in my lay! By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neæra, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa, or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, “Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only call me Thine." DESIRE. W WHERE true Love burns, Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. HER ER attachment may differ from yours in degree, Provided they are both of one kind; But friendship how tender soever it be Gives no accord to Love, however refined. Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature revealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs: If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers. NOT AT HOME. THAT Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know; but ne'er expect to find She has a strange cast in her ee, Ask for her and she'll be denied :- TO A LADY, OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT NAY, dearest Anna! why so grave? For what you are, you cannot have; HAVE heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold What outward form and feature are He guesseth but in part; He seeth with the heart. AN INVOCATION. FROM HE "REMORSE." [EAR, sweet spirit, hear the spell, Lest a blacker charm compel! So shall the midnight breezes swell With thy deep long-lingering knell, And at evening evermore, In a chapel on the shore, Shall the chaunter, sad and saintly, Hark! the cadence dies away, The boatmen rest their oars and say, SONG. FROM "ZAPOLYA." A SUNNY shaft did I behold From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold- He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled His eyes of fire, his beak of gold, All else of amethyst! And thus he sang: "Adieu! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true. We must away; Far, far away! To day to day CHORAL SONG. FROM "ZAPOYLA." UP, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay! 'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn, For the shepherds must go To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. SONG OF THEKLA. FROM THE PICCOLOMINI, OR FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER. HE cloud doth gather, the green-wood roar, THE The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; |