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Article TO HARRIET . Page 1 of 1 Article TO THE SAME. Page 1 of 1 Article THE SAILOR'S SONG. Page 1 of 3 →
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To Harriet .
TO HARRIET .
O , Harriet , how bright is the flame of thine eye , How vivid the lightning it beams ; O , Harriet , how sweet is thy soft balmy sigh , When melting with pity it seems . O , Yes , ' twas the soul-thrilling glance of thine eye , That placed in my bosom' love ' s dart ; Yes , ' twas the soft melting tone of thy sigh ,
That conquer'd so firmly my heart . Thy beauteous face , and expressions so kind , Enslave me—I never can roam , For every rapture with thee I could find , Wert thou once the light of my home .
To The Same.
TO THE SAME .
Farewell , dear maid , the pang of parting , Strikes deeply in my heart ; 'Tis with keenest anguish smarting , That from thee I ' m forced to part . Wilt thou , when I am far away , Think on him who loved so dear , Make zephyrs bear thy sighs to me , For only these , sweet maid , can cheer . T .
The Sailor's Song.
THE SAILOR'S SONG .
Over the sea the bark we guide , And gaily stem its foaming crest ; The sailor wooes his ocean bride , And sinks mid waves and storms to rest , While the sea-mew screams his lullaby . O ' er summer seas—by sun-bright isles , When the ship is gaily dancing ,
Then woman ' s lips and beaming smiles Through memory ' s dreams are dancing , While the soft winds breathe our lullaby . When lightnings rend the livid sky , And the bark a wreck is flying , When thunders mock the sailor ' s cry , And the mournful winds are sighing , The tempest is our lullaby . J . F . S .
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To Harriet .
TO HARRIET .
O , Harriet , how bright is the flame of thine eye , How vivid the lightning it beams ; O , Harriet , how sweet is thy soft balmy sigh , When melting with pity it seems . O , Yes , ' twas the soul-thrilling glance of thine eye , That placed in my bosom' love ' s dart ; Yes , ' twas the soft melting tone of thy sigh ,
That conquer'd so firmly my heart . Thy beauteous face , and expressions so kind , Enslave me—I never can roam , For every rapture with thee I could find , Wert thou once the light of my home .
To The Same.
TO THE SAME .
Farewell , dear maid , the pang of parting , Strikes deeply in my heart ; 'Tis with keenest anguish smarting , That from thee I ' m forced to part . Wilt thou , when I am far away , Think on him who loved so dear , Make zephyrs bear thy sighs to me , For only these , sweet maid , can cheer . T .
The Sailor's Song.
THE SAILOR'S SONG .
Over the sea the bark we guide , And gaily stem its foaming crest ; The sailor wooes his ocean bride , And sinks mid waves and storms to rest , While the sea-mew screams his lullaby . O ' er summer seas—by sun-bright isles , When the ship is gaily dancing ,
Then woman ' s lips and beaming smiles Through memory ' s dreams are dancing , While the soft winds breathe our lullaby . When lightnings rend the livid sky , And the bark a wreck is flying , When thunders mock the sailor ' s cry , And the mournful winds are sighing , The tempest is our lullaby . J . F . S .