...alone. By other fingers play'd It yields not half the tone. Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy. At beauty's door of glass, When wealth and wit once stood, They ask'd her " which might pass !" She...

...determine one of them." A few days after he writes, " Here's to her who long Hath waked the poet'8 sigh ! The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy." "My dear Moore — I am going to be married, that is, I am accepted, and one usually hopes the rest...

...poet's love Can boast a brighter sphere; Its native home's above, Though woman keeps it here! Then drink to her who long, Hath waked the poet's sigh— The girl, who gave to Song OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD 1 . AIR—Kitty Tyrrel. OH ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers Where...

...sphere ; Its native home's above, Tho' woman keeps it here ! Then drink to her, who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl, who gave to song What gold could never buy ! OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD*. I. OH ! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers, Where pleasure lies,...

...— but'twould not do ; While Wit, a diamond hrought Which cut his bright way through ! Then here's to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh — The girl, who gave to Soag What gold could never buy ! The love, that seeks* home WTiore wealth or grandeur shines, Is like...

...applied this image to a still more important subject. DRINK TO HER. AIR. — Heigh oh ! my Jackey. I. DRINK to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh...girl, who gave to song What gold could never buy. Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd, It yields not half...

...poet's love Can boast a brighter sphere ; Its native home's above, Though woman keeps it here I Then drink to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh,...The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! An. — Kitty Tyrrel. I. On ! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers, Where Pleasure lies carelessly...

...While Wit a diamond brought, Which cut his bright way through ! Then here's to her, who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! The love, that seeks a home Where wealth or grandeur shinesi Is like the gloomy gnome, That dwells...

...shall blossom at last ! Drink to her. i Aw— Reigb ho! my Jackey. Drink to her, who long Hath wakM the poet's sigh — The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd It yields not half...

...îs treason to love her, and death to defend. Unprized are her sons, till they *ve learn'd to betray; DRINK to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh; The girl who gave lo song What gold could never buy. Г J " ™ J » Undistinguish'd they live, if they shame no t their...