To the house and to the garden, To the mansion of repose, Welcome, Anna, my beloved! Welcome, O thou blushing rose!' MOORISH SONG.* WHILE the cheerful music sounded, Past the garden and the fountain, Far, alas! too far, the city; Murderers are upon the road. * This song is called 'Under the Trees.' Whether this title is descriptive of the place where the scene is laid, or is the name of the tune, I do not know. Р MOORISH SONG. TELL me, sea of Susa! tell, If on your banks my love does dwell; 'Twas from my window first I spied Before my friends, dear youth! I seem MOORISH SONG. SHARP as fire's burning smart Do not behind the lattice hide, * In the original, for this is the month of Ramadan.' TO DELIA. HAUNT not thus the eye of sleep, Nor when day shall rule the sky Be as if thou ne'er had'st been. And yet thou art the form belov'd, Ere grief obscur'd my changeful day; Which many a glow of transport mov'd, And prompted many a lively lay. And still I love thee-and for thee Still beats my heart's quick pulse to see But if one hope its bloom disclose |