It was the hour of moonlight, and the bells
Had rung their curfew tones, and they were still;
The echo died around the distant hill,
Sinking in faint and fainter falls and swells,
Accordant with the fitful wind, that blew
Over the new-mown meadow, where the dew
Stood twinkling on the closely shaven stems,
Glittering as 't were a carpet sown with gems;
And from the winding river there arose
A mist, that curled in volumed folds, and gave
A snowy mantle to the stealing wave,
Like that which fancy, love-enchanted, throws

Spirit of Freedom! who thy home hast made
In wilds and wastes, where wealth has never trod,
Nor bowed her coward head before her god,
The sordid deity of fraudful trade;
Where power has never reared his iron brow,
And glared his glance of terror, nor has blown
The maddening trump of battle, nor has flown
His bloodthirst eagles; where no flatterers bow,
And kiss the foot that spurns them; where no throne,
Bright with the spoils from nations wrested, towers,
The idol of a slavish mob, who herd
Where largess feeds their sloth with golden showers,

Welcome stork!
Thou stork welcome;
Thou hast brought us the sign of spring,
Thou hast made our heart gay.

Descend o stork!
Descend o stork, upon our roof,
Make thy nest upon our ash-tree,
Thou our dear one.

Stork, I lament to thee,
Yes, o stork, I lament to thee,
I will tell thee my thousand sorrows
The sorrows of my heart, the thousand sorrows.

Stork, when thou didst go away
When thou didst go away from our tree,
Withering winds did blow,
They dried up our smiling flowers.

The brilliant sky was obscured,

The sun beats from the mountain's top
Pretty, pretty,
The partridge comes from his nest;
She was saluted by the flowers,
She flew and came from the mountain's top
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

When I hear the voice of the partridge
I break my fast on the house top,
The partridge comes chirping
And swinging from the mountain's side
Ah! Pretty pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

Thy nest is enamelled with flowers,
With vasilico, narcissus and water-lily,
Thy place is full of dew,

R . Dearest, I wished for thee a moment gone,
And io, upon the wish thou art here.
F. Perhaps
It was thy wish that even now as I entered,
Gleamed through the citron-shadow, like a star-beam,
One star-beam of some high predominant star.
R . Why, little trifler, whither hast thou been
That thou return'st so fair fantastical?
F . Down by the fountain, where the dark cool alley
Yields into sudden light of cooler spray.

The glories of a clouded moonlit night, —
An union of wild mountains, and dark storms
Gathering around their summits, or in forms
Majestic moving far away in light,
Like pillared snow or spectres wreathed in flame.
Meanwhile, around the distant peaks a flow
Of moonlight settles, seeming from below,
Above the mountain's rude, gigantic frame,
An island of the heart, a home of bright,
Unsullied souls, who, clad in purest white,
Their bosoms stainless as their mantles, play
Around the gilded rocks, and snowy lawns,

There is a middle place between the strong
And vigorous intellect a Newton had,
And the wild ravings of insanity;
Where fancy sparkles with unwearied light,
Where memory's scope is boundless, and the fire
Of passion kindles to a wasting flame,
But will is weak, and judgment void of power.
Such was the place I held; the brighter part
Shone out, and caught the wonder of the great
In tender childhood, while the weaker half
Had all the feebleness of infancy.
A thousand wildering reveries led astray
My better reason, and my unguarded soul

Alas! that sometimes even a duteous life,
If uninspired by love, and love-born joy,
Grows fevered in the world's unholy strife,
And sinks destroyed by that it would destroy!
Beloved, from the boisterous deeds that fill
The measure up of this unquiet time,
The dull monotonies of Faction's chime,
And irrepressible thoughts foreboding ill,
I turn to thee as to a heaven apart —
Oh! not apart, not distant, near me ever,
So near my soul that nothing can thee sever!
How shall I fear, knowing there is for me

Blessed be the merciful God;
Blessed the will of our Creator (thrice).
We have united, we have finished,
We have placed the Cross over him (thrice).
Go and seek the father of the king,
Let him come and prepare the feast.
Let him bend his knees before the holy altar.
All good and prosperity to our king (Thrice)!
Go and seek the mother of our king,
Let her come and bend her knees before the holy altar.
All good and prosperity to our king!
Go and seek the brother, (sister, etc. etc.)
Go and seek the crane from the desert;

Woe to you poor Armenian people!
Without a fault and without a reason ye have been scattered;
Ye are gone into slavery to Khorassan,
Hungry and thirsty and naked and poor.

Ye have supported a hundred thousand sorrows,
And ye have never put your foot out of your sweet native country,
But now ye leave the tombs of your parents,
And abandon to others your churches and houses.

These beautiful fields, great towns,
Sweet waters and well-built villages,
To whom have ye left them, ye who go?
How happens it that ye forget them?