FARE thee well! and if for ever-t said of nola bobia ye

Still for ever, fare thee well

Even though unforgiving, never won лаг үзвэл А 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.مداداع

Would that breast were bared before thee

Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er can'st know again:
Would that breast by thee glanc'd over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then, thou would'st at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so

Though the world for this commend thee aliw
Though it smile upon the blow, zid igrodT
Even its praises must offend thee, il nad nedW
Founded on another's woe-

Though my many faults defaced me, T
Could no other arm be foundteuflo AnidT.
Than the one which once embraced me, bluoda
To inflict a cureless wound toren vodi esod T
Yet-oh, yet-thyself deceive notedT
Love may sink by slow decay,saloqa niw
But by sudden wrench, believe not, εκεί για ΠΑ
Hearts can thus be torn away; moom και ΠΑ
Still thine own its life retaineth-ziqod ym IIA
Still must mine-though bleeding-beat, W
And the undying thought which painethol τον
Is--that we no more may meet.dw-birq

These are words of deeper sorrow

Than the wail above the dead,

Both shall live-but every morrow snon ait ol Wake us from a widowed bedmon abroW And when thou wouldst solace gathered add tod When our child's first accents

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Wilt thou teach her to say "Father Plis duon

Though his care she must forego

When her little hands shall press thee-amyl

When her lip to thine is prest

Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee

Think of him thy love had blessed.me bing)

Should her lineaments resemble

Those thou never more may'st seedint of

Then thy heart will softly tremble, doda

With a pulse yet true to me.-αίς για σχολ

All my faults-perchance thou knowest vd mel All my madness-none can know 80 1169H

All my hopes-where'er thou goest

Wither-yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken, naizban ada baA Pride-which not a world could bowel Bows to thee---by thee forsaken abnow Sic easil Even my soul forsakes me now. sdt colT But 'tis done-all words are idle-eat Hede dina Words from me are vainer stillet aan W But the thoughts we cannot bridlenons nodw baA Force their way without the willow nod

Fare thee well!-thus disunited

Torn from every nearer tie

Seared in heart-and lone-and blighted

More than this, I scarce can die.

ODE.

[FROM THE FRENCH.]

We do not curse thee, Waterloo !

Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew;

There 'twas shed, but is not sunk

Rising from each gory trunk.

Like the Water-spout from ocean,
With a strong and growing motion-
It soars and mingles in the air,
With that of lost LABEDOYERE-
With that of him whose honoured grave
Contains the "bravest of the brave."
A crimson cloud it spreads and glows,
But shall return to whence it rose;
When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder-
Never yet was heard such thunder

As then shall shake the world with wonder