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
Thou star of evenining's purple dome

That leadôt the Nightingale abrood And guidst the pilgrim to his home. __

Thine where my charmer's sweater breath,
Embalms thy soft cxtraling dew -
Where dying winds a sigh bequeathe -

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.
In converse sweet to wander far.
Oh bring with thee my Caroline

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,
To prop the tender vine :

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.