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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
The origin o£ Englid-^Sfbevcy.
^NCE thegodsoffheGreets.aTSnambrofial feaft
Large bov.ls o'-ricn neftar were quaffing:
Mer'-y Mjmus among them was fat as a gueft,
(Hon-:ev favs the celeftials lov'd laughin.g :)
On each in the fyncci she huTiiOurifl. droU'd,
So none couid his jote: dilspprove;
He fung, repartee'd, and ibmA fmart ttories toid,
And at laft thus began upon Jove.
" Sire I Atlas, v/ho long has the univerfe bore,
" Grows gi'iei-oufly tir'd of late ;
" He fays that manl:ind are much'.vorfe than before,
" So he begs to be eas'J of their v. eight."
Jove, inowing the earth on poor Atlas wrs hurl'd,
From bis fhoulders commanded the ball;
Gav: his daug!;.ter, Attratflion, the charge of the
world,
And.fhe hung it up high in his hall.
Mifs, pleas'd v.'itTi the prefent, review'd the globe
round.
To fee what each climate was worth ;_
Like a diamond, the whole with an atmofphere
bound,
•And ftie varioiifly planted the ear'ih :
With filver, gold, jewels, fhe India endow'd ;
France and'Sjjain fhe taught vineyards to rear ;
\^''hat failed each clime, on each clime flie bellow 'd,
And freedom, fhe found flourifli'd here.
Four cardinal virtues fhe left in this ifle,
. As guardians to cherifh the root ;
The bloffoms of liberty 'gan then to fmile,
And Englifhmen fed on the fruit.
Thus fed, and thus bred, from a bounty fo rare,
preferve it as free as 'twas giv'n I
" We will, v/hile we've breath ; nay, we'll grafplt
in deJiih,
"'' Then return it untainted to Keav'n 1"
G..A. Sl:ve!'.4,
The Comparifan
PARTING to death we will compare;
For, fure, to thofe who love fincere,
So dreadful is the pain.
Such doubts, fuch horrors, rend the mind !
But, oh '■ when adverie fate grows hind.
How fweet to tneet again !
To thofe tri'd hearts, and throfe alone,-
Vv'^ho have the pangs of abfence known,
•The blifsful change is given;
And who — oh ! who would not endure
The pangs of death, if they were fure
To reap the joys of heaven ?
Now or never.'
TO make the moft of fleeting time,
Shoa'd be our great endeavour ;
For love we both are in our prime.
The time is now or never.
A thoufand charms around you play ;
No girl more bright or clever ;
Then let vs both agree to-day,
To-morrow will be never.
I ne'er fhall be a better man,
1 burn with love's high fever ;
Pray now be kind, I know you can,
You muft not anfwer, never.
Whilft you, thus, Chloe, turn afide,
You fruflrate my endeavour ; '
That face will fade, come down that piide,
Your time is now ot never.
Ere for yourfelf or me too late ;
Say now, you're mine for ever ;
,1 may be fnatch'd by care or fate.
My time is now or never.
Fufh r.bout the brifk Bowl.
USH al\out the brifk bowl, 'tv\ill enliven the
heart,
Vfhile thus we fit round on the grafs :
The lover, who talks of his fufF'rings and fmart,
Deferves to be reckon'd an afs, an afs,
Deferves to be, &c.
The wretch, who' fits watching his Hl-gotten pelf.
And wifhes to add to the mafs,
\^h3te'er the curmudgeon may think of himfelf,
Defervesrto he, iSc.
The beau, who fo fmart, with his well-powder'd
■ hair,
An angel beholds in his glafs.
And thinks with grimace to fubdue all the fair,
Deferves to be reckon'd, tsfc.
The merchant from climate to climate will roam,
Of Croefus the wealth to furpafs ;
.'ind oft, while he's wand'ring, my lady at home
Claps the horns of an ox on the als, the afs,
'Claps tbeborhs, iic.
The lawyer fo gra\'e, when he puts in his plea.
With forehead well cover'd with brafs,
Tho' he talks to no purpofe, he pocket: your fee.
There you, my good friend, are the als, the ais.
There y-ou, &c.
The formal phyfician, w-ho knows ev'ry ill,
Shall laft be produc'd in this clafs ;
The (ick man awhile may confide in his fkill.
But death proves tlie doflor an als, an ats ;
But death, C5V.
Then let us, companions, be jovial and gay.
By turns take our bottle and lals;
For he who his pleafure puts off for a day,
Deferves to be recko-n'd an afj, an afs,
Deferves to be reckon'd, &c.
O what joy does Conqueft yield.
OWHAT joy does ccnqucff yield.
When returning from the field ;
Shining in his glitt'ring arms.
How the god-like warrior charms I
Laurel-wreaths his head furroundmg,
Banners w-aving in the wind ;
Fame her golden trum.pet founding,
Ev'ry voice in concert join'd. Congre-V(.
"Were I a Shepherd's Maid.
WERE I fliepherd's maid, to keep
On yonder plains a flock of fbecp ;
Well pleas'd I'd watch, the live-long day.
My ew;es at feed, my lambs at play :
Or, w-ould fome bird that pity brings,
i'ut for a moment lend it's wings ;
My ]>arents they might rave and fcold.
My guardian ftrive my will to hold ;
Their w'ords are harfli, his walls are high.
But, fpite of all, away I'd fly.
Pa dice k.
O greedy Midas.
O Greedy Midas, I've been told.
That what you touch you turn to gold ;
Oh I had I but a power like thine,
I'd turn whate'er I touch to wine.
Each purling flream fhould feel my force.
Each fifh my fatal pow'r fhould mourn,
And wond'ring at the mighty change.
Should in their native regions burn.
Nor fhould there any dare approach
Unto my mantling, fpaihling vine.
But firfl fhould pay their rights to m?;
And ftile me only god of wine.