SERENADE. Now the toils of day are over, And the sun hath sunk to rest, Seeking, like a fiery lover, The bosom of the blushing west The faithful night keeps watch and ward, Raising the moon her silver shield, And summoning the stars to guard The slumbers of my fair Mathilde! I heard a guitar, On the blue waters clear, And knew by its music, That Selim was near! Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, The faithful night! Now all things lie COME TO THE GREENWOOD Hid by her mantle dark and dim, In pious hope I hither hie, And humbly chant mine ev'ning hymn. Thou art my prayer, my saint, my shrine! (For never holy pilgrim kneel'd, Or wept at feet more pure than thine), My virgin love, my sweet Mathilde! THE MINARET BELLS. TINK-A-TINK, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river's brink, I heard a guitar. TREE. Then round, and round, and out and in, The pigtail hung behind him. And right, and left, and round about, And up, and down, and in, and out, He turned; but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind him. And though his efforts never slack, And though he twist, and twirl, and tack, Alas! still faithful to his back The pigtail hangs behind him. THE CHAPLET. FROM UHLAND. "Es pflückte Blümlein mannigfalt." A LITTLE girl through field and wood Went plucking flowerets here and there, When suddenly beside her stood The lovely lady smiled, and laid 66 A wreath upon the maiden's brow; Wear it, 'twill blossom soon," she said, Although 'tis leafless now." The little maiden older grew eves, And sighed and loved as maids will do ; When, lo! her wreath bore leaves. Then was our maid a wife, and hung When from the garland's leaves there Upon a joyful bridegroom's bosom ; sprung Fair store of blossom. And presently a baby fair Upon her gentle breast she reared; When midst the wreath that bound her hair Rich golden fruit appeared. FOUR IMITATIONS OF BÉRANGER. LE ROI D'YVETOT. Il était un roi d'Yvetot, Peu connu dans l'histoire ; Dit-on. Oh oh oh oh! ah! ah! ah! Quel bon petit roi c'était là ! Il fesait ses quatre repas Parcourait son royaume. Joyeux, simple et croyant le bien, Qu'un chien. On conserve encor le portrait C'est l'enseigne d'un cabaret Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! La foule s'écrie en buvant ah! &c. Il n'avait de goût onéreux Qu'une soif un peu vive; Mais, en rendant son peuple heureux, Lui-même à table, et sans suppôt, D'impôt. Oh Devant : oh oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah! &c. THE KING OF YVETOT. THERE was a king of Yvetot, Of whom renown hath little said, Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! Who let all thoughts of glory go, ah! &c. Aux filles de bonnes maisons Comme il avait su plaire, Ses sujets avaient cent raisons And dawdled half his days a-bed; Sing ho, ho, ho! and he, he, he! |