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THE LADY'S PAGE.
POPULAR SONG IN THE BOURBONNAIS.
BY LOUISA STUART COSTELLO.
SHEPHERD.
I from all have chosen thee,
At thy garden gate I stand:
Give one glance of love to me,
Reach me forth thy gentle hand;
Turn thee, coy one, nor reprove,
I am he who pines for love!
At thy garden gate I stand:
Give one glance of love to me,
Reach me forth thy gentle hand;
Turn thee, coy one, nor reprove,
I am he who pines for love!
SHEPHERDESS.
If thou near my garden come
I beneath the leaves will hide,
And the roses make my home,
For I will not be a bride.
Go; my heart thou canst not move,
I have never learnt to love.
I beneath the leaves will hide,
And the roses make my home,
For I will not be a bride.
Go; my heart thou canst not move,
I have never learnt to love.
He. Roses, lovely fair, were made
To be gather'd where they grow,
And not long their fragrant shade
Can conceal that snowy brow.
To be gather'd where they grow,
And not long their fragrant shade
Can conceal that snowy brow.
She. I will hide me in the mead,
Where the quail runs swift away.
Where the quail runs swift away.
He. Of the hunter's aim take heed,
Lest he make the quail his prey.
Lest he make the quail his prey.
She. I will hide beside the stream,
Where the silver fishes glide.
Where the silver fishes glide.
He. Though their scales so brightly gleam,
Nets may reach them in the tide.
Nets may reach them in the tide.
She. I will seek a convent's gloom,
And will pass my life in prayer.
And will pass my life in prayer.
He. There a holy priest shall come,
And thy orisons will share.
And thy orisons will share.
She. I will lay me down in pain,
Sick and faint, within my bed.
Sick and faint, within my bed.
He. Shall not there the nurse remain,
To sustain thy drooping head ?
To sustain thy drooping head ?
She. I will die, and so be free,
And no love shall vex me more.
And no love shall vex me more.
He. In Paradise, St. Peter's key
Shall for thee unlock the door.
Shall for thee unlock the door.
She. I will be a star of light,
Nor will dwell on earth again.
Nor will dwell on earth again.
He. I will be a cloud of night
Ever near thee to remain!
Turn thee, coy one, nor reprove,
I am he who dies for love!
Ever near thee to remain!
Turn thee, coy one, nor reprove,
I am he who dies for love!
SUNSET AT CAPRI.
BY THE HON. JULIA AUGUSTA MAYNARD.
The daylight wanes, and sunset's crimson flush
Sheds over Capri's isle its parting blush,
In hues such as might deck a seraph's wing,
When through the heavens the hallelujahs ring.
Innumerous barks adorn the sparkling tide;
And gentle breezes, from the southern side,
Breathe o'er the broad expanse, and fill each sail
That onward flies before the fresh'ning gale.
The fading orb still spreads its beams around
O'er valley, plain, and steeply-rising ground;
And sapphire's light, mix'd with the ruby's dye,
Glows momently along the western sky.
Myriads of stars are starting into view,
And o'er the verdure falls the evening dew;
Day lingers on the hills, as loth to part,
Like a last hope quitting a blighted heart.
Sheds over Capri's isle its parting blush,
In hues such as might deck a seraph's wing,
When through the heavens the hallelujahs ring.
Innumerous barks adorn the sparkling tide;
And gentle breezes, from the southern side,
Breathe o'er the broad expanse, and fill each sail
That onward flies before the fresh'ning gale.
The fading orb still spreads its beams around
O'er valley, plain, and steeply-rising ground;
And sapphire's light, mix'd with the ruby's dye,
Glows momently along the western sky.
Myriads of stars are starting into view,
And o'er the verdure falls the evening dew;
Day lingers on the hills, as loth to part,
Like a last hope quitting a blighted heart.