. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Warbles, to touch his dear ones soul,Those madrigals, of breath divine, Which Camoens harp from Rapture stoleAnd gave, all glowing warm, to thine. 0, could the lover learn from thee, And breathe them with thy graceful tone Such sweet, beguiling minstrelsy-Would make the coldest nymph his own. But hark !—the boatswains pipings tellTis time to bid my dream farewell :Eight bells—the middle watch is set;Good night, my Strangford !—neer forgetThat, far beyond the western seaIs one, whose heart remembers

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