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THE
BENGAL ANNUAL
A
Literary Keepsake
FOR
MDCCCXXXV.
EDITED BY
DAVID LESTER RICHARDSON.
Calcutta:
SAMUEL SMITH AND CO., HARE-STREET.
1835.
CONTENTS.
the junction of the oceans, By H. M. Parker, Esq. . . 1
hissar, . . . . W. F. Thompson, Esq, . . 55
Alexander, . . " Lieut. R. Scott. . . . . 57
posthumous remembrances, .. Captain McNaghten- . . 60
distraction, . - . . Duncan Stuart, Esq. . . 63
sonnet, _.._ . . . . J. Dunbar, Esq. . . .-. 64
the deserted mansion, . . . . R. H. Rattray, Esq. . . 65
history op mirza seliem, . . . . C. J. Middleton, Esq. . . 67
elegiac lines, . . ' ... J. Grant, Esq. . . . . 97
the seasons of life, . . . . D. L. Richardson, Esq. . . 98
lines, .. ... .. D. I. Money, Esq. .. .. 100
all's well, ' . . . . . Geo. Fred. Harvey, Esq. 102
woman, . . . . . . D. L. Richardson, Esq, - . 104
stanzas, .. .. . .. .. J. H. Batten, Esq. .. 105
the treasure chest, .-. .. W. C. Hurry, Esq. .. 110
Indian revelry, . . . . . . W. F. Thompson, Esq. . . 123
sonnet to the laocoon, .. .. JE. S. Irvine, Esq. .. 125
lines, . . .. "J. Du Pre" Fergusson. . . 126
the dying exile, . . . . ... A. N. M. Macgregor, Esq. 128
scraps from the journal of a
voyage to india in 1819, . . . . D. X>. Richardson, Esq.
. . 129
A maiden's valediction to her
teens, .-. . . Captain McNaghten. . . 142
song to ALETHE, .-. . . W. F. Thompson, Esq. . . 145
1980, .-. ... a-0 .. H. Goodeve, Esq. .. 147
sonnet, ... . . . . J. Dunbar, Esq. . . . . 183
the wanderer, ... . ." .. Vincent Tregear, Esq. .-. 184
the valley of the buspa, . . Capt. G. E. Westmacott. 185
stanzas, . . . . .-. . . Mrs. J. JL. Mowatt. .-. 204
the rajpoot CHIEFTAIN. ... ". V. Tregear, Esq. .. <.. 205
sonnet, .-. .' .. .. D. .L. Richardson, Esq. .. 232
THE FALL OF PERSIA, ... .-.> ". J. Tytler$ Esq. .-. .-. 23^
123
INDIAN REVELRY.
BY W. F. THOMPSON, ESQ,
We meet 'neaththe sounding rafter,
And the walls around are bare,
As they shout to our peals of laughter,
It seems that the dead are there ;
So stand to your glasses !
steady !
We drink in our comrades' eyes ;
A cup to the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next that dies.
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet ;
'Tis cold, as our hearts are growing,
And dark, as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses ! steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise ;
Here's a cup to the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next that dies.
There's many a hand that's shaking,
And many a cheek that's sunk ;
But soon, though our hearts are breaking,
They'll burn with the wine we've drunk.
So stand to your glasses ! steady !
'Tis here the revival lies ;
A cup to the dead already !
And hurrah ! for the next that dies,,
124 INDIAN REVELRY,,
Time was when we frowned at others,
We thought we were wiser then ;
Ha ! ha! let them think of their mothers
Who hope to see them again :
Ho! stand to your glasses ! steady !
The thoughtless is here the wise ;
Here's a cup to the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next that dies.
Not a sigh for the lot that darkles,
Not a tear for the friends that sink ;
We'll fall, mid the wine cup's sparkles;
As mute as the wine we drink :
Come stand to your glasses steady!
'Tis this that the respite buys ;
Quaff a cup to the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next that dies.
There's a mist on the glass congealing—
'Tis the hurricane's fiery breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of death :
But stand to your glasses ! steady !
For a moment the vapor flies ;
Here's a cup to the dead already—
Hurrah! for the next that dies.
Who dreads to the dust returning ?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul shall sting no more ?
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No ! stand to your glasses ! steady !
The world is a world of lies :
A cup to the dead already,
And hurrah! for the next that dies.
Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the land we find,
When the brightest have gone before us,
And the dullest remain behind,
Stand ! stand ! to your glasses, steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize ;
One cup to the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next that dies.