THE KING, THE PRINCES. THE king, the princes of the court, The merry hearted and the proud, The cavaliers of Italy, The gay gallants of France, Will join the mazy dance. The court of Love, the camp of Mars, To music's strain will float in light, THE MIDNIGHT BELL. HARK! 'tis the deep-toned midnight bell, That bids a sad and long farewell To the departed hour: How like a dirge its music falls, Within these cold and dreary walls Where stern misfortunes lower. Ah! vainly through these prison-bars Glide the pale beams of moon and stars, To cheer this lonely tower: From evening's close to dawn of day Alas! what pangs must guilt conceal, So crush'd in such an hour! I know not whether love be crime, "Tis woman's fatal dower! SWAY'D BY SMILES FROM THEE. ONCE mild and gentle was my heart !— Ere falsehood's tongue and slander's dart And then no threats could daunt my soul; My haughty spirit spurn'd control Till sway'd by smiles from thee. A wanderer o'er the desert sand, An exile from my native land, I scorn'd the high, despised the low, Till sway'd by smiles from thee. THE PERFECTION OF REASON. THAT law's the perfection of reason Yet here is a trial for treason Will puzzle the wigs of the wise. The lawyers retain'd in the action On no single point will agree, Though proved to their own satisfaction That tweedle-dum's not tweedle-dee! To settle disputes—in a fury The sword from the scabbard we draw ; But reason appeals to a jury And settles-according to law. Then hey for the woolsack-for never Without it can nations be free; But trial by jury for ever! And for tyranny-fiddle-de-dee! |