CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT!

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Cease, oh cease to tempt

My tender heart to love !
It never, never can

So wild a flame approve.
All its joys and pains

To others I resign;
But be the vacant heart,

The careless bosom mine.
Then cease, oh cease to tempt

My tender heart to love!
It

never, never can
So wild a flame

approve.

II.
Say, oh say no more

That lovers' pains are sweet!
I
neyer, never can

Believe the fond deceit.
Weeping day and night,

Consuming life in sighs,

I. She has beauty, but still you must keep your heart

cool;

She has wit, but you must not be caught so:
Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool,
And 'tis not the first time I have thought so,
Dear Fanny.

II. “ She is lovely!” Then love her, nor let the bliss

fly;

'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season : Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason,

Dear Fanny ?

DID NOT.

I.
'Twas a new feeling-something more

Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not, which then we hid not.
We saw it in each other's

eye, And wish’d, in every murmur'd sigh, To speak, but did not; to speak, but did not.

II.

She felt my lips' impassion'd touch

'Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not, and yet she chid not ;

But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,
“ Oh! do you doubt I love

doubt I love you now?" Sweet soul! I did not; sweet soul! I did not.

III.
Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,

I press'd it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not, though gently bid not;

Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard

Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,
And yet who did not, and yet who did not.

FANNY, DEAREST !

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smile on my

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OH! had I leisure to sigh and mourn,

Fanny, dearest! for thee I'd sigh ; And every

cheek should turn To tears, when thou art nigh. But, between love, and wine, and sleep,

So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep Is more than

my

heart can give. Then bid me not to despair and pine,

Fanny, dearest of all the dears! The love, that's order'd to bathe in wine,

Would be sure to take cold in tears.

II.

Reflected bright in this heart of mine,

Fanny, dearest! thy image lies ; But, oh! the mirror would cease to shine,

If dimm'd too often with sighs. They lose the half of beauty's light,

Who view it through sorrow's tear;

And 'tis but to see thee truly bright

That I keep my eye-beam clear. Then wait no longer till tears shall flow

Fanny, dearest! the hope is vain ; If sunshine cannot dissolve thy snow,

I shall never attempt it with rain.

FANNY WAS IN THE GROVE.

I.
Fanny was in the grove,

And Lubin, her boy, was nigh ;
Her eye was warm with love,

And her soul was warm as her eye.
Oh ! oh! if Lubin now would sue,
Oh! oh! what could Fanny do?

II.
Fanny was made for bliss,
But she was young

and shy;
And when he had stolen a kiss,

She blụsh'd, and said with a sigh“ Oh! oh! Lubin, ah! tell me true, 66 Oh! oh! what are you going to do?"