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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN MEDLEY,
The Plan of the Publilher is to embody in oi'.c Grand Polio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth prclerving, in the
Englifh Language; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental.War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as weil
as Old Engllfh, Iridi, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index.
When rae fancy-ftirring Bowl.
TT^HEN the fancy-ftirring bowl
» • Wakes its world of pleafure.
Glowing vifions gild mj foul.
And life's an-endlefs treafure:
Mem'ry decks my wafted heart
Frefti with gaydefires;
Rays divine my fenfes dart.
And kindling hope infpires.
Then vuho'd be grave,
fpken rvi-ne can fave
The heaviefi foul from Jinking %
And magic grapes
Give angel Jhapes
To ev'ry girl we're drinking.
Here fweet benignity and love
Shed their influence round me ;
Gather'd ills ot life remove,
And leave me as they found me;
Tho' my head may fwim, yet true
Still to Nature's feeling,
•Peace and beauty fwim there too,
And rock me as I'm reeling.
Then who'd he grave, IS^.
On youths foft pillow, tender truth
Her penfive leffon taught me ;
Age foon moct'd the dream of youth.
And wifdom wak'd and caught me ;
A bargain, then, with love I knock'tl,
To hold the pleafant gipfy ;
When wife, to keep my bofom lock'd —
But turn the key when tipfey.
Ihen who'd he grave, i^c-
When time affuagVi my heated heart,
The grey-beard, blind and fiinple,
Forgot to cool one little part,
lull flufh'd by Lucy's dimple :
That part's enough of beauty's type,
To warm an honeft fellow ;
And though it touch me not when ripe,
It melts me flill when mellow.
Then who'd he grave, IS-c.
Life's a voyage we all declare,
With fcarce a port 'to hide in;
It may be lb to pride or care —
That's not a fca to ride in :
Here floats my foul, till fancy's eye
Her realms of bliis difcover —
Bright worlds that fair in profpcdt lie
To. him that's half-fe^s over.
Ihcn zvho'd he grave, Ifc.
Capt- Morris-
Aiiacreon.
'T'O Anacreon in heaven,where he fat In full glee,
A few fons of harmony fent a petition,
That he their infpirer and patron would be-
When this aufwer arriv'd from the jolly oldGre-
Voice, fiddle, and flute, [cian :
No longer be mute —
I'll lend you my name, and infpire ye to boot ;
And, befides, I'll inftruft you, like me, to entwine
The myrtle of Venus withBacchus's vine.
The news thro' Olympus immediately flew,
When oldThunder pretended to give himfelf airi.
If thefe mortals are fuffer'd theirlcheme to purfue.
The devil a goddefs will ftay above flairs :
Hark — already they cry.
In tranfport of joy,
" Away to the fons of Anacreon we'll fly ;
•' And there with goodfellows we'll learn to entwine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
The yellow-hair'd god and his nine fufty maids
From Hellicon's banks will incontinent flee ;
Idalia will boaft but of tenantlefs fliades,
And the biforked hill a mere delert will be.
My thunder, no fear on't,
Shall foon do its errand.
And d— n me.rilfwinge the ring-leadersl warrant;
I'll trim the young dogs for daring to twine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Apollo rofe up —and faid prythee ne'er quarrell.
Good king of the gods, with my vot'ries below :
Your thunder is ufelefs. Then ftiewing his laurel,
Cried_^i; evitahile fulmen, you know !
"Then over each head
The laurel. I'll fpread— [dread ;
So my fons from your crackers no mifchief fliall
Whilft fnug in their club-room they jovially twine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Next Momus got up, with his rifible.phiz.
And fwore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join :
7'he full tide ot harmony ftill fliall^je his—
â– But the fong, and the catch, and the laugh fhall
Then Jove be not jealous [be mine.
Of thefe hearty fellows,
Cry'd Jove — " we relent, fince the truth you now
tell us ;
And fwear by oldStyx.that they long {hall entwine
'1 he myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
Ye fons of Anacreon, then, join hand in hand —
Preferve unanimity, friendfliip and love :
Tis yours to fupport what's fo happily plan'd ;
You've the faniflion ol gods and the fiat of Jove.
Whilethus we agree.
Our toaft let it be —
" May our club flourifli happy, unitejd aad free ;"
And long may the fons of Anacreon entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
R- Tomlinftiii, E/a.
PUBLISHED at N°- lO, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin,
Wheretln' preceding Numbers car. be had

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