A FAREWELL. ADIEU! A long, a long adieu! The sweet expression of that face, It melts my soul, it fires my frame ! One little lock of those so blest, And on your white neck love to rest. -Say, when, to kindle soft delight, That hand has chanced with mine to meet, How could its thrilling touch excite A sigh so short, and yet so sweet? O say-but no, it must not be. Adieu! A long, a long adieu! -Yet still, methinks, you frown on me; Or never could I fly from you. TO . Go-you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure Monarchs are too poor to buy. WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels FROM EURIPIDES. THERE is a streamlet issuing from a rock. At once spoke joy and sadness to my soul! Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees; As in the shining grass she sate concealed, |