...alone. By other fingers play'd It yields not half the tone. Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy. At beauty's door of glass, When wealth and wit once stood, They ask'd her " which might pass !" She...

...determine one of them." A few days after he writes, " Here's to her who long Hath waked the poet'8 sigh ! The girl who gave to song What gold could never...will follow. My mother of the Gracchi (that are to be)yoti think too strait-laced for me, although the paragon of only children, 'and invested with '...

...at his merry officer, who instantly began to hum a tone so audibly, that I caught the words, Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy. When Mr. Baron Mammon was applied to, his eyes rolled slowly round in his bead, until I saw the other...

...poet's love Can boast a brighter sphere; Its native home's above, Though woman keeps it here! Then drink to her who long, Hath waked the poet's sigh— The girl, who gave to Song OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD 1 . AIR—Kitty Tyrrel. OH ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers Where...

...sphere ; Its native home's above, Tho' woman keeps it here ! Then drink to her, who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl, who gave to song What gold could never buy ! OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD*. I. OH ! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers, Where pleasure lies,...

...— but'twould not do ; While Wit, a diamond hrought Which cut his bright way through ! Then here's to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh — The girl, who gave to Soag What gold could never buy ! The love, that seeks* home WTiore wealth or grandeur shines, Is like...

...made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd, It yields not half the tone. Then, here's to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! II. At Beauty's door of glass When Wealth and Wit once stood, They ask'd her, " which might pass?"...

...made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd, It yields not half the tone. Then, here's to her, who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! II. At Beauty's door of glass When Wealth and Wit once stood, They ask'd her, " which might pass?"...

...While Wit a diamond brought, Which cut his bright way through ! Then here's to her, who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! The love, that seeks a home Where wealth or grandeur shinesi Is like the gloomy gnome, That dwells...

...shall blossom at last ! Drink to her. i Aw— Reigb ho! my Jackey. Drink to her, who long Hath wakM the poet's sigh — The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd It yields not half...