"O Susan, Susan, lovely dear! My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear: We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright: Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale; Thy skin is ivory so white: Thus every beauteous object, that I view, Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his dear return; Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye." "Suave meum, et vita Susanna o carior ipsa, Quo velit, inclinet ventus; te verget ad unam "Terra degentes vitam, tua pectora fida Tentabunt dubio solicitare metu: In quovis portu (sed noli o! credere) dicent, Nauta, quod accendat mobile pectus, habet. Quin o! quin credas; quodcunque invisero littus, Tu mihi, tu præsens ignis et ardor eris. "Sive Indus gemmarum, eboris seu fertilis Afer, Seu mihi visendus dives odoris Arabs : Esse domi cunctas tecum reputabo relictas, "Nec, mea lux, doleas; patriæ si causa requirat, Mille avertendo tela, cavebit Amor.” The boatswain gave the dreadful word, They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he hung his head. Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land : "Adieu!" she cries; and wav'd her lily hand. TWEED-SIDE, BY ROBERT CRAWFORD. WHAT beauties does Flora disclose! How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed! The warblers are heard in the grove, ; Solvere naucleri jussit vox ferrea navem, Dixit uterque, vale; et lacrymis simul oscula miscens, Addidit hæc gemitus, ille recline caput. Invita et tarde ad terram Susanna recedit, Et nivea repetit, "Vive, valeque," manu. TUEDA. QUAS aperit veneres! quam Flora arridet amœnum, Non rosa, non violæ, non picto margine bellis, Sylva choris avium resonat vocalis; et omne Virgultum harmonia fervet, et omne nemus. Miscent et merulæ numeros, gemitusque palumbes ; Desuper aërios addit alauda modos. Come, let us go forth to the mead, Let us see how the primroses spring; We'll lodge in some village on Tweed, And love, where the feathered folks sing. How does my love pass the long day? While happily she lies asleep? Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest, "Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her can compare; Love's graces all round her do dwell; She's fairest, where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Oh! tell me, at noon where they feed? Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay, Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed? |