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For, through thy long dark lashes low depending,
The soul of melancholy Gentleness
Above all pain, yet pitying all distress ;
I worship more, but cannot love thee less.
FROM THE PORTUGUESE.
In moments to delight devoted,
« My life ! » with tend’rest tone you cry; Dear words ! on which my heart had doted,
If youth could neither fade por die.
Ah ! then repeat those accents never ;
Which, like my love, exists for ever.
The song from which this is taken is a great favourite with
the young girls of Athens of all classes. Their manner of singing it is by verses in rotation, the whole number present joining in the chorus. I have heard it frequently at our « Xópos, » in the winter of 1810–11. The air is plaintive and pretty.
Beloved and fair Haidee,
For surely I see her in thee.
Receive this fond truth from my tongue,
Yet trembles for what it has sung;
Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree, Through her eyes, through her every feature . Shines the soul of the young Haidee.
1. 2. But the loveliest garden grows hateful
When Love has abandoned the bowers; Bring me hemlock-since mine is ungrateful,
That herb is more fragrant than flowers.
The poisou, when poured from the chalice,
Will deeply embitter the bowl;
The draught shall be sweet to my soul.
My heart from these horrors to save : Will nought to my bosom restore thee?
Then open the gates of the grave.
As the chief who to combat advances
Secure of his conquest before,
Hast pierced through my heart to its core.
By pangs which a smile would dispel ?
For torture repay me too well?
Beloved, but false Haidee ! There Flora all withered reposes,
And mourns o'er thine absence with me..
land if I construct pardon o which so in fashio irst wor
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Zón poū, oós áryattā.
By that lip I long to taste ;
(1) In the East ( where ladies are not taught to write, lest they should scribble assignations ), flowers, cinders, pebbles, etc., convey the sentiments of the parties by that universal deputy of Mercury-an old woman. A cinder says, « I burn for thee ; » a bunch of flowers tied with hair, « Take me and fly ; » but a pebble declares—« what nothing else can. »