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Where we had lips, whose eveiy breath
More fragrant than the scented wreath
From which the ze^jhyr stole its kiss —
Loaded the atmosphere with bliss !
And ringlets, in whose silken net,
Of shining brown, or raven jet,
There lurked a far more subtle snare
Than those the spider hangs in air !
And sounds on wliich the spirit hung,
Till all unheard the night-bird sung ! —
While friendship, blending every soul.
Threw moonlight beauty o'er the whole !
Then 0, how brightly thou wilt seem
To mingle in that blessed dream,
Such as thou wert in years of youth,
With looks of light, and soul of truth, —
The young and mild and snowy dove
That blessed that little ark of love !
When beauty with her zone had bound thee,
And music seemed to breathe around thee ;—
When the rapt spirit fondly hung
On every murmur of thy tongue,
Or gazed, in cabn and quiet joy,
On the soft lustre of thine eye,
Where dwelt a ray, too bright for sadness,
Yet O, too holy far for gladness !
When o'er thy very faults was thrown
Redeeming sweetness of their own !
With soul too firmly proud to bend,
Yet far to gentle too offend ;
To smile at others' follies prone,
Too honest to conceal thine own ;
In every weakness of thy heart
Some virtue sweetly bore a part ;
And every failing, in its train,
Where we had lips, whose eveiy breath
More fragrant than the scented wreath
From which the ze^jhyr stole its kiss —
Loaded the atmosphere with bliss !
And ringlets, in whose silken net,
Of shining brown, or raven jet,
There lurked a far more subtle snare
Than those the spider hangs in air !
And sounds on wliich the spirit hung,
Till all unheard the night-bird sung ! —
While friendship, blending every soul.
Threw moonlight beauty o'er the whole !
Then 0, how brightly thou wilt seem
To mingle in that blessed dream,
Such as thou wert in years of youth,
With looks of light, and soul of truth, —
The young and mild and snowy dove
That blessed that little ark of love !
When beauty with her zone had bound thee,
And music seemed to breathe around thee ;—
When the rapt spirit fondly hung
On every murmur of thy tongue,
Or gazed, in cabn and quiet joy,
On the soft lustre of thine eye,
Where dwelt a ray, too bright for sadness,
Yet O, too holy far for gladness !
When o'er thy very faults was thrown
Redeeming sweetness of their own !
With soul too firmly proud to bend,
Yet far to gentle too offend ;
To smile at others' follies prone,
Too honest to conceal thine own ;
In every weakness of thy heart
Some virtue sweetly bore a part ;
And every failing, in its train,
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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