Oh! say not woman's false as fair, Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare, Ah, no! the love that first can warm FAREWELL. LORD BYRON, born 1788, died 1824. Music by F. ROMER. FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky. "Tis vain to speak, to weep, to sigh; Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in the word-Farewell! farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast and in my brain Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel; I only know I loved in vain I only feel-Farewell! farewell! I SAW THEE WEEP. LORD BYRON. I SAW thee weep; the big bright tear And then methought it did appear I saw thee smile; the sapphire's blaze It could not match the living rays As clouds from yonder sun receive Which scarce the shade of coming eve Those smiles unto the moodiest mind WHEN WE TWO PARTED. LORD BYRON. WHEN we two parted To sever for years, The dew of the morning And share in its shame. They name thee before me, They know not I know thee, In secret we met; After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears! LOVE AND GLORY. THOMAS DIBDIN, born 1771, died 1841. Music by JOHN BRAHAM, in the opera of "The English Fleet." YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth She sighed for Love, and he for Glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, Young Henry met the foe with pride; Jane followed, fought!-ah, hapless story! In man's attire, by Henry's side, She died for Love, and he for Glory. LOVE'S FOLLIES. W. T. MONCRIEFF, from Poems privately printed A.D. 1820. WHEN lull'd in passion's dream my senses slept, When Gracia, beautiful but faithless fair, Who long in passion's bonds my heart had kept, First with false blushes pitied my despair, I smil'd with pleasure!—should I not have wept? And when, to gratify some wealthier wight, OH, NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLEY, born 1797, died 1839. Music by ALEXANDER Lee. Он, no! we never mention her, her name is never heard; They bid me seek in change of scene the charms that others see; For oh! there are so many things recall the past to me,- They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay; From KENNY's comedy of "Sweethearts and Wives." Music by I. NATHAN. "WHY are you wand'ring here, I pray?" An old man ask'd a maid one day." 66 Looking for poppies so bright and red, grove." "Tell me," again the old man said, 66 'Why are you loit'ring here, fair maid ?" "The nightingale's song, so sweet and clear, Father," said she, "I'm come to hear." 66 Fie, fie!" she heard him cry, "Nightingales all, so people say, |