And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words agai
Yet if they grieve thee, say not s
I would not give that bosom pain.
My heart is sad, my hopes are gone

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath i
A boundary between the things misn
Death and existence: Sleep hath i
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development ha

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian’s g
That tomb which, gleaming o’er the
First greets the homeward-veering
High o’er the land he saved in vai

Your pardon, my friend, if my rhym
Your pardon, a thousand times o’er
From friendship I strove your pan
But, I swear, I will do so no mor
Since your beautiful maid your fla

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden
In you let the minions of luxury r
Restore me to the rocks, where the
Though still they are sacred to fr
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy m

There is a pleasure in the pathles
There is a rapture on the lonely s
There is society, where none intru
By the deep sea, and music in its
I love not man the less, but Natu

Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour’s gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
Display who gave us birth.
CHORUS.

Hail, Muse! et cetera.—We left J
Pillow’d upon a fair and happy bre
And watch’d by eyes that never yet
And loved by a young heart, too de
To feel the poison through her spi

But first, on earth as vampire sen
Thy corse shall from its tomb be r
Then ghastly haunt thy native plac
And suck the blood of all thy race
There from thy daughter, sister, w

And thou art dead, as young and fa
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so ra
Too soon return’d to Earth!
Though Earth receiv’d them in her