REMEMBER ME. REMEMBER me, when summer friends surround thee, And all is thine, thy fickle heart holds dear,Then think of her whose changeless fortunes bless'd thee, When hope was dark, and faithful friends were few, Who, when hard griping poverty depress'd thee, And all beside seem'd cold, was kind and true. Remember me, in courtly hall and bower, And when thou kneel'st at some fond beauty's shrine, Ask of the past, if through life's varying hour, Its joys and griefs, her love can equal mine! And when thy youthful hopes are most excited, Should she prove false, and break her faith like thee, Think of the hopes thy wayward love hath blighted, And from that lesson learn to feel for me! Remember me, and oh! when fate hath 'reft thee, Of fame and fortune, friends and love, and bliss, Come back to one thou know'st would ne'er have left thee, And she'll but chide thy falsehood with a kiss! Remember me! thou canst not sure refuse me, The only boon from thee I've sought, or seek; Soon will the world, with bitter taunts, accuse me, Yet wake no blushes on my bloodless cheek! But I would have thee tender to my fame, When I have 'scaped life's dark tumultuous sea; And howsoe'er unkinder spirits blame, As what thou know'st I was REMEMBER ME! NIL DESPERANDUM. YES, I am rich in all excuse to mourn And restless energies that stir to dare, Thou shalt not conquer me, dark-blooded fiend Despair! Though the last canvass of my hope be furl'd, Full many a galley at worse random cast, The tempest hush'd and all its perils past Has moor'd its weary keel on shores of peace at last. SIX SONGS. BY MISS LANDON. LOVE. OH! yet one smile, though dark may lour Though sadness be upon thy brow, I cannot bear that thou should'st know True love's wreath is of mountain flowers, They stand the storm and brave the blast, And blossom on, so love like ours Is sweetest when all else is past. Too well I know what storms have frown'd, Then say not that you may not bear, CONSTANCY. OH! say not love was never made For heart so light as mine; Must love then seek the cypress shade, Oh! say not, that for me more meet Or that my wild heart cannot beat Though mirth may many changes ring, Light smiles upon my lip may gleam 'Tis love that gilds the mirthful hour, That lights the smile for me, Those smiles would instant lose their power, Did they not glance on thee! ROMANCE. OH! come to my slumber The roses are link'd In a chain pure and white; The moon was on high The Spirit of slumber Be their spell on my soul, Let sleep bring the image 'Tis worth all the tears I have hung the charm'd wreath INCONSTANCY. How vain to cast my love away The floweret's bloom, that springs in May, To build my fondest hopes upon, That flower's smile is not sooner gone Love asks a calm, a gentle home, If once you let its pinions roam, |