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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Corydon aud Phillis.
[ER flieep had in clufters crept clofe to a grove,
To hide from ihs haat of the day ;
|pi.nd Phiilis herfslf in a woodbine alcove,
Amohcr the f refh violets lay ;
lambtin, it feenis, had been ftole from it's dam,
('Twixt Cupid and Hymen a plot)
|That Corydon might, as he learch'd for his lamb.
Arrive at the critical fpot.
&As thro' the green kedge for his lambkin he peeps,
Ke favv the fair nymph with furprize;
Ye gods, it fo killing, he cry'd, while {he fleeps,
I'm loft if fh? opens her eyes ;
tSTo tarry mucl; longer v.-ould hazard my heart,
I'll homeward my lambkin to trace.
Jut in vain honeil Corydon fl'Ove to depart,
(For -love held him faft to the .place.
eafe, eSafe, pretty birds,wKat a chirping you keep,
► I think you too loud on the fpray ;
Don't you fee,foolifh lark, that the charmer's afleep.
You'll wake her as fure as 'tis day.
(Kow dare that fond butterfly touch the fweet maid !
Her cheeks he miftakes for the rofe ;
.I'd put him to death, if I was not afraid
My boldnefs would break her repofe."
vThen Phiilis look'd up v.fith a languifliing fmile,
* " Kind fliepherd" laid ilie, " you miftake ;
I laid myfeli down hereto reft me awhile,
ijut truft me I was not afleep."
The fnepherd took courage, advanc'd with a bow,
Mc plac d himfelf down by her fide ;
And managd the matter, I cannot tell how.
But yefterday made her his bride. Cunningham.
The Nod, Wink and Smile.
LET fufty old grey-beards of apathy boaft,
And Venus and Bacchus revile ;
In fpite of their books, they are flaves to forae toaft,
The dupes of a nod, wink, or finile.
Some fnug fober citizens-here may repair,
Without arj idea of guile ;
But what with the mufic, and what with the fair.
They follow tlie nod, wink, and fmile.
Let men boaft of titles, of honours, renown ;
The females of this happy ifle
Can vanquilh the viftors, nay kill with a frown.
Or iave, by a nod, wink, or fmile.
Thefe gardens of pleafure the beauties approve.
Who the duUeft ot moments beguile ;
Here Cupid unfurls the white ftandard of love,
And commands with a nod, wink, or fmile.
In infancy our Hopes and Fears.
TN infancy our hopes and fears
**■ Were to each other known ;
And friendfhip in our riper years.
Has twin'd our hearts in one ;
Oh ! clear him, then, from this offence;
Thy love, thy duty prove ;
JReftorc him Vi'ith that innocence
Which firft inlpir'd my love.
.^ ^ -^
To heal the Smart a Bee had made.
TO heal the fmart a bee had made
Upon my Chloe's face.
Honey upon her che«k (he laid,
And bade m.e kifs the place.
rieas'd, I obey'd, and from the wound
Imbib'd both fweet and fmart,;
'I he honey on my lips I found.
The fling within my h;art.
Not on Beauty's tranfient Pleafure,
NOT on beauty's tranfient pleafurcs,
Which no real joys impart ;
Nor on heaps of fordid trealures.
Did I fix my youthful heart.
Twas not Chloe's perfeft feature
Did the fickle wand'rer bind ;
Not her form, the boaft of nature,
'Twas alone her fpotlefs mind.
Not On leauty's, l$t.
Take, ye fwains, the real blefiTmg,
That will joys for life infure ;
The virtuous mind alone poflelRng,
U'ill your lafting blifs fee u re.
Not on heauty's, IS^c,
Poor Mungo.
Tr\EAR heart ! what a terrible life am I led ?
JL-' _ A dog has a better, that's fhelter'd and fed,;
Night and day 'tis the fame.
My pain is dere game ;
Me wifh to de Loid me was dead.
Whate'er's to be done,
Poor black muft run ;
Mungo here, Pvlungo dere,
Mungo every where.
Above, or below.
Sirrah, come, firrah, go •,
Do fo, and do fo.
Oh I Ohl
Me wilh to de Lord me was dead. Padloeh
Thy fatal Shafts, ^c.
THY fatal ihafts unerring move ;
I bow before thine altar, love!
I feel thy foft, refiftlefs flame.
Glide fwift thro' all my vital frame.
For while-I gaze my bofom glows,
My blood, in tides impetuous flows ;
Hope, fear, and joy, alternate roll.
And floods of tranfports whelm my foul.
My fault'ring tougue attempts, in vain,
In foothing murmurs to complain;
My tongue fome fecret magic ties,
My murmurs fink in broken fighs.
Condemn'd to nurfe eternal care.
And ever drop the filent tear ;
Unheard I mourn, unknown I figh.
Unfriended live, unpity'd die! Dr. Smollett
w.
The Sons of Neptune.
HAT cheer, brother tars! our toils are all o'er,
The high foaming billows difturb us no more ;
Rude Boreas now rufHes the ocean in vain,
We are clear of the danger attending the main,
Nov.- each honeft heart take his bottle and lafs,
For life is a moment that quickly will pafs.
Since life's but a moment, how fenfelefs are they
Who loiter and trifle that fhort fpace away ?
We will, my braVe boys, our time nobly employ,
For in women and wine are the charms drat ne'e rclof
Our hours, then, in freedom and pleafure we'll pafs,
.And our cares will be loft betwixt loveand our glafs
Can the politic ftatefman, tho' ever fo great,
Be free from the cares and the turmoils ot ftate ?
Or can they, like feamen, enjoy while they live,
The pleafures that honour and honefty give '.
'Tis out of their fphere, confcience will interlone,
But liquor and love are otir anchor and hoj:)?.
w
Corydon aud Phillis.
[ER flieep had in clufters crept clofe to a grove,
To hide from ihs haat of the day ;
|pi.nd Phiilis herfslf in a woodbine alcove,
Amohcr the f refh violets lay ;
lambtin, it feenis, had been ftole from it's dam,
('Twixt Cupid and Hymen a plot)
|That Corydon might, as he learch'd for his lamb.
Arrive at the critical fpot.
&As thro' the green kedge for his lambkin he peeps,
Ke favv the fair nymph with furprize;
Ye gods, it fo killing, he cry'd, while {he fleeps,
I'm loft if fh? opens her eyes ;
tSTo tarry mucl; longer v.-ould hazard my heart,
I'll homeward my lambkin to trace.
Jut in vain honeil Corydon fl'Ove to depart,
(For -love held him faft to the .place.
eafe, eSafe, pretty birds,wKat a chirping you keep,
► I think you too loud on the fpray ;
Don't you fee,foolifh lark, that the charmer's afleep.
You'll wake her as fure as 'tis day.
(Kow dare that fond butterfly touch the fweet maid !
Her cheeks he miftakes for the rofe ;
.I'd put him to death, if I was not afraid
My boldnefs would break her repofe."
vThen Phiilis look'd up v.fith a languifliing fmile,
* " Kind fliepherd" laid ilie, " you miftake ;
I laid myfeli down hereto reft me awhile,
ijut truft me I was not afleep."
The fnepherd took courage, advanc'd with a bow,
Mc plac d himfelf down by her fide ;
And managd the matter, I cannot tell how.
But yefterday made her his bride. Cunningham.
The Nod, Wink and Smile.
LET fufty old grey-beards of apathy boaft,
And Venus and Bacchus revile ;
In fpite of their books, they are flaves to forae toaft,
The dupes of a nod, wink, or finile.
Some fnug fober citizens-here may repair,
Without arj idea of guile ;
But what with the mufic, and what with the fair.
They follow tlie nod, wink, and fmile.
Let men boaft of titles, of honours, renown ;
The females of this happy ifle
Can vanquilh the viftors, nay kill with a frown.
Or iave, by a nod, wink, or fmile.
Thefe gardens of pleafure the beauties approve.
Who the duUeft ot moments beguile ;
Here Cupid unfurls the white ftandard of love,
And commands with a nod, wink, or fmile.
In infancy our Hopes and Fears.
TN infancy our hopes and fears
**■ Were to each other known ;
And friendfhip in our riper years.
Has twin'd our hearts in one ;
Oh ! clear him, then, from this offence;
Thy love, thy duty prove ;
JReftorc him Vi'ith that innocence
Which firft inlpir'd my love.
.^ ^ -^
To heal the Smart a Bee had made.
TO heal the fmart a bee had made
Upon my Chloe's face.
Honey upon her che«k (he laid,
And bade m.e kifs the place.
rieas'd, I obey'd, and from the wound
Imbib'd both fweet and fmart,;
'I he honey on my lips I found.
The fling within my h;art.
Not on Beauty's tranfient Pleafure,
NOT on beauty's tranfient pleafurcs,
Which no real joys impart ;
Nor on heaps of fordid trealures.
Did I fix my youthful heart.
Twas not Chloe's perfeft feature
Did the fickle wand'rer bind ;
Not her form, the boaft of nature,
'Twas alone her fpotlefs mind.
Not On leauty's, l$t.
Take, ye fwains, the real blefiTmg,
That will joys for life infure ;
The virtuous mind alone poflelRng,
U'ill your lafting blifs fee u re.
Not on heauty's, IS^c,
Poor Mungo.
Tr\EAR heart ! what a terrible life am I led ?
JL-' _ A dog has a better, that's fhelter'd and fed,;
Night and day 'tis the fame.
My pain is dere game ;
Me wifh to de Loid me was dead.
Whate'er's to be done,
Poor black muft run ;
Mungo here, Pvlungo dere,
Mungo every where.
Above, or below.
Sirrah, come, firrah, go •,
Do fo, and do fo.
Oh I Ohl
Me wilh to de Lord me was dead. Padloeh
Thy fatal Shafts, ^c.
THY fatal ihafts unerring move ;
I bow before thine altar, love!
I feel thy foft, refiftlefs flame.
Glide fwift thro' all my vital frame.
For while-I gaze my bofom glows,
My blood, in tides impetuous flows ;
Hope, fear, and joy, alternate roll.
And floods of tranfports whelm my foul.
My fault'ring tougue attempts, in vain,
In foothing murmurs to complain;
My tongue fome fecret magic ties,
My murmurs fink in broken fighs.
Condemn'd to nurfe eternal care.
And ever drop the filent tear ;
Unheard I mourn, unknown I figh.
Unfriended live, unpity'd die! Dr. Smollett
w.
The Sons of Neptune.
HAT cheer, brother tars! our toils are all o'er,
The high foaming billows difturb us no more ;
Rude Boreas now rufHes the ocean in vain,
We are clear of the danger attending the main,
Nov.- each honeft heart take his bottle and lafs,
For life is a moment that quickly will pafs.
Since life's but a moment, how fenfelefs are they
Who loiter and trifle that fhort fpace away ?
We will, my braVe boys, our time nobly employ,
For in women and wine are the charms drat ne'e rclof
Our hours, then, in freedom and pleafure we'll pafs,
.And our cares will be loft betwixt loveand our glafs
Can the politic ftatefman, tho' ever fo great,
Be free from the cares and the turmoils ot ftate ?
Or can they, like feamen, enjoy while they live,
The pleafures that honour and honefty give '.
'Tis out of their fphere, confcience will interlone,
But liquor and love are otir anchor and hoj:)?.
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Description | Also: The nod, wink and smile. Also: In infancy our hopes and fears. Also: To heal the smart a bee had made. Also: Not on beauty's transient pleasure. Also: Poor Mungo. Also: Thy fatal shafts, &c. Also: The sons of Neptune. |
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