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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
OR
SIREN MEDLEY.
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The Requeft.
♦T'ELL me, babbling Echo, why
-L You return me figh for figh ?
When I of flighted love complain,
You delight to mock my pain.
Bold intruder, night and day,
Bufy tell-tale hence away !
Me and my cares in filence kave.
Come not near me whilft I grieve.
But if my Iwain, with all his chaisns,
Returns to blefs my longing arms,
I'll call thee from thy dark retreat,
The joyful tidings to repeat.
Repeat, repeat, repeat thy drain :
Tell it o'er and o'er again.
From morn to night prolong the tale :
Let it ring from vale to vale.
The Girl of my Heart.
6USO IN THE WOODMAN.
TN the world's crooked p«th where I've beea,
^ There to fhare of life's gloom my poor part.
The bright fun-fhine that foften'd the fcene,
Was, a fmile from the girl of my heart.
"Not a fwain, when the lark quits her neft,
But to labour with glee will depart,
If at eve he expefts to be bleft.
With, a fmile from the girl of his heart.
Come then, crofles and cares, as they may.
Let my mind ftill this maxim impart,
That the comfort of man's fleeting day,
Is, a fmile from the giil of his heart.
Bales Dudley,
I am not Twenty.
A S thro' the grove, the other day,
-is- I gang'd fo blithe and bonny.
Who fliould I meet upon the way,
But my true lover, Jonny :
With eager hafte
He clafp'd my waift,
And gave me kifles plenty;
Tho' I deny'd.
And thus reply'd,
" Dear lad, I am not twenty."
" What's that tome" the fhepherd cry'd,
" You're old enough to marry ;
" Then come, fweet girl, and be ■my bride,
" No longer let us tarry :
" But let's be gone,
"O'er yonder lawn,
-" Where lads and lafl^es plenty,
" Are fiU'd with joy,
" And kifs and toy,
" Altho' they are not twenty."
I lift,en'd to his foothing tale,
A.nd gang'd wi' him fo rarely.
With fongand pipe he did prevail.
He won my wiflies fairly :
Oh! he's the kd
That makes me glad, .
With kiffes fweet in plenty;
So I declare.
By all that's fair,
I'll wed, tho' not -cjuite twenty.
Zephyr and the Rofe.
"\TTHEN zephyr,who fighs for the lover's foft blifs
W Salutes by furprife the coy rofe ;
Averting her head fhe declines his fond kifi,
Her beautiful lips ftrives to clofe :
Though all mildnefs the vouth of fuch fragrance
poffefs'd,
Tranfported he feeds on her breath ;
Nor,thoughtlefs, reflefts.while he feels himfelf bleft
To her who thus bleffes 'tis death.
Mor, tkoughtkfs, ^c.
Now clofer he prefles ! unable to fpeak.
What muft the dear innocent feel ?
Alarm him, ye dew-drops, that roll down each cheek,
Her anguilh entreat him to heal :
Ah I bid him beware, left a moment of joy,
Of joy, fpite of honor obtain'd.
The peace of two minds in a moment deftroy.
That peace which can ne'er be regain'd.
The peace, ifi'ct
The rogue hears Tageprtjdence* not feeming^ to hear,
And feels, tho' not feeming to feel !
His lips check the courfe of each delicate tear,
Then labour her anguiih to heal:
The breath juft exhaufted by one ftolen feife,
A thoufand chafte kifles reftore ;
Andcrimfon'd with bluflaes, her beauty andblifs
Grow perfeS and leffen no more.
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