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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
THE TWINS OF LATONA.
THE Twins of Latona, fo kind to my boon,
Arife to paitate of the chace ;
And Sol lends a ray to chafte Dian's fair moon.
And a fmile to the fmile on her tace.
The fport I delight in— the bright queen of love
With myrtles my brow fliall adorn ;
While Pan breaks k'ta chaunter, and fculks thro'
the grove,
Excell'd by the found of the horn.
^The hounds are uncoKpUd — hozvfweet is their cry !
Tetfarfiveeter the ■notes of/wed Echo's reply —
Sweet Echo 1—Jweet Echo, reply .'_
Hark,forzvard ! my honics—the game is in -view ;
But love is the game 1 ■would -wijh to purfiie —
J would wijl-} io purfue —
1 would tvijh to purfue.
The flag from his chamber of wood'bine peeps out.
His fentence he hears in the gale ;
He ilies— till, entangl'd in fear and in doubt.
His courage and conflancy fail :
Surrounded by foes, he prepar€s for the fray — ■
(Defpair taking place of his fear)
With antlers ere^ed, a while ftands at. bay-
Then furrenders his life with a tear !
The hou-nds fire uncoupled, ^(f
EUSY FLY.
BUSY, curious, thirfty fly.
Drink with me, and drink asl;
Freely welcome to my cup-
Could thou fip, and fip it up.
Make the molt of life you may-
Life is fhort and wears. away.
Both alike are mine and thine—
Hall'ning quick to their decline :
Thine's a fummer — mine no more.
Though repeated to three fcore ;
Three liore fummers, when they're gone.
Will appear as lliort as one.
WHEN ISICLES HANG :UPON the WALL
WHEN ificles hang upon the wall.
And Dick, thefliepherd, blows hjs nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall.
And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When blood be nipt, and ways be ioul,
Then nightly ;flngs the flaring owl. —
Tu tfhit, tu wha — •a.fcur''.:y note !
■While greafy ''Joan doth keel the pot.
When fliarp and loud the wind doth blow.
And coughing drowns the parfon's faw—
And birds fit brooding in the Ir.ov, ,
And Marian's nofc looks red and raw ;
When roafted crabs hlfs in the bov/1,
Then nightly iings the flaring ov.l —
Tu-zuhit, iu-whu, ^c.
THE POWER OF MUSIC.
WHEN Orpheus went down to the regions be-
low,
Which men are forbidden to fee,
He tun'd up his lyre, as old hiflories fhew,
To fet his Eurydice free.
All hell was aftonifli'd a perfon fo wif?,
Should rafhly endanger his life.
And venture fo far — but how vafl fheir fur]
■ _ When they heard that he came for his wi
To find out a punifliment due to his fault,
Old Pluto long puzzled his brain ; ^ ^
Eut hell had not torments fufRcient he thought
So^ — he gave him his wife back again !
But pity fucceeding, found place in his heart.
And (pleas'd with his playing fo well)
He took. her again, in reward ol his art— -
Such Jjower had mulic in hell !
rue,
THE HEAVING OF THE LEAD.
FOR England when, with fav'ring gale.
Our gallant fliip up channel fleer'd—
And fcudding under ealy fail.
The higlx blue weftern land appeared :
To heave the lead the feaman fprung,
And to tlie pilot chearly fung—
By the deep — nine!
By the deep — nine !
To 'heave the lead, ice.
And bearing up to gain the port.
Some well-known objeft kept in view—
An abbey-tow 'r, an harbour-fort.
Or beacon to the vefTel true ;
While oft the lead the feaman flung.
And to the pilot chearly fung —
By the mark — feven!
And as tlie much-lov^d fhore we near.
With rapture we behold the roof
W here dwelt a friend, or partner dear,
Of taith and love a matchlefs proof :
The lead once more the leaman flung.
And to the watchful pilot fung —
Qu.-irier— lefs — five ! •
Now to her birth the fhip draws nigh ;
We take in fail — ^flie feels the tide :
" Stand clear the cable" is the cry —
•" The anchor's gone, we fafely ride."
The watch is fet, .and thro' the night,
We hear the feaman, with delight,
Proclaim — '" all!s well!"
DONALD, OF DUNDEE.
YOUNG Donald is tTieWitheft lad
That e'er made love to me ;
Whene'er he's by my heart is glad,
He feems fo gay and free :
Then on his pipe he plays fo fweet,
And in his plaid he looks fo neat,
It cheers my foul at eve to meet
Young Donald of Dundee.
Whene'er I gang to yonder grove,
Young Sandy follows me ;
And fain he wants to be my love — ■
But, ah ! it canno' be ;
Tho' mither frets both foon and late,
For me to wed this youth I hate,
There's none need hope to gain young'Kate,
But Donald of Dundee.
•When laft: we rang'd the banks of Tay,
The ring he fhew'd to me ;
And bade me name the bridal day-
Then happy would he be ;
I ken the youth will aye prove kind ;
Na mair my mither will I mind —
Mefs John to me fhall quickly bind,
Young Donald of Dundee.
THE ALL OF LIFE IS LOVE.
''HEN firft this humble roof I knew,
With various cares I ftrove,
My grain was fcarce, my.fheep were few,
My all of life was love.
By mutual toil our board was drefs'd.
The fprlng our drink beftow'd ;
But when her lip the brim had prefs'd.
The cup with nedtar flow'd.
Content and peace, the dwelling Ihar'd,
No other guelt came *iigh.
In them was giv'n (tho' gold was fpar'dj
What gold could never buy.
No value has a fplendid lot,
But has the means to prove,
That frum the caftle to the cot,
The All of Life is Lovie.