So fair thy pensile beauty burns ___ 10men soft the tear of twilight flow's _ So due thy plighted step returns To chamber brighter than the rose_. • peace to pleasure & to love _ So kind a stat thou seemst to be Jure some conamourd orb above. Descends & burns to meet with thee. _ Thine is the breathing Blushing hourWhen all unheaonly pasions fly, Chasid by the soul subduing power of Love's delicious witcher.. Thine on her sweelty scented road That leadôt the Nightingale abrood And guidst the pilgrim to his home. __ Thine where my charmer's sweater breath, To kiss the check of rosy hee__ 10. winnow'd by the gentle air. Her silken treses darkly flow; And fall upon her brow so fair, Like shadows. on the mountain now._ Thus ever thus at day's decline. And thou shalt be my ruling star GERMAN Drinking Song. Sweet Isci were they sunny bowers, And 1 flowery fountains mine, Thy Waters I would shade with Elm, With My golden flaggons I would fill, rosy draughts from every hill, And under each green spreading bours My gay companions should prolong Like Tivers crimsond by the beam Of yonder planet bright, Our golden cups should ever stream, Profusion of delight. No care should touch the mellow heart, And sad or sober None depart : For Wine can triumph over Woe'; And Love & Bacchus, brother powers. Could build in Iser's sunny A paradise below. 1 paradise bowers. |