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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
The Village Maiden.
^STTHEN fir-ft I faw the village rna-iden,
^VV Lil:e Cymon, motionlefs t ftood,
Twas Iphigenia's feli' appearing,
So lovely, beautiful and good :
Her cheeks outblufh'd the rip'ning rofe,
Her fijii'les would banifh mortal's v)oes,
So fvveet the village maiden.
Clariila's eyes all eyes attrafting,
Her breatli Arabian fpices feign,
For her, like ore, would av'rice wander,
And venture all the prize to gain :
I told my love ■with many fears.
Which file return'd with fpeaking tears^
Then fighed the village maiden.
She iigh'd bccaufe fhe had no richesj
To mate her lady-like and gay :
Tho' virtue was her only portion;
I dar'd to narhe the wedding day :
The care of wealth let knaves endure,
I fhall be rich and envied fure,
To gain the- village maiden.
Vive la Bagatelle.
TN vain the grave and wife,
The thoughtful and the fage.
Would teach us to defpife
The joys that luit our age :
Youth's the leafon to be gay.
Then fmile fach beau and belle.
To joy we'll give the day.
Ahl-
-vivela Bagatelle.
The laughing hours invite
To iport while young and gay,
With love and loft delight
Our minutes .pafs away ;
Old age and care they, fay
O'ertake each beau. and belle ;
Who'd meet iuch foes half way ?
Ah I — vive la. Bagatelle.
Je Penfea Votis.
JE penfe a vous — where'er I ftray,
While forrov7 marks my lonely n^ay ;
The fports of fpring unmov'd I view,
Alone I figh and think of you.
'Je pefife a "Jous.
.Ah! why in abfence do I mourn,
M hy vainly wifli for your return ;
V\'"hile tranfient pleafures you purfue,
Alone I iigh and think of you.
"Je pevfea voits.
-Come then to chear our native plain,
Return to blefs our conftant fwain ;
With love reward a love lb true.
O think of him who thinka on you. -
JspeAfe a vous.
t-Patty Clover.
'i^TT'HILE. little on the village green,
* » We play'd, I learn'd to love her :
She feem'd to me feme fairy queen,
So light tripp'd Patty Clover.
With ev'ry fimple childifh art
I try each day to move her ;
The cherry pluck'd, the bleeding heart,
To give to Patty Clover.
The faireft flow'rs to deck her breaft
I chofc — an infant lover ;
'I ftole the goldfinch from its neft,
To giv« to Patty Clover.
A'
The Fo'x Chafe.
T the found of the horn,
We rife in the morn.
And waken the woods as we thunder along ;
Yoix, yoix, tally-o, '
After Reynard v;e go.
While echo pn echo redoubles the fong.
Hot the fteeds of the fun,
Our brave couriers outrun.
O'er the mound, horfe and hound, fee us bound in
full cry ;
Like Phcebus we rife,
To the height of the fkies.
And, carelefs of danger, five bars we defy.
fVe waken the woods, &c.
At eve, fir, we rufh,
And are clofe at his brufh.
Already he dies — fee him panting for breath :
Each feat and defeat.
We renew and repeat,
Regardlefs of life fo we're in at the death.
Wc waken the woods, EfV.
With a bottle at night.
We prolong the delight,
-Much Trimbulh we praife, and the detds that were
. done :
And yoix tally-o,
The next morning we go.
With Phcebus to end, as we mount with the fun.
-We waken the woods, tsfc.
Lovely Anna.
WEEN lovely Anna firft I view'd.
Amid' the num'rous throng :
Fearful my heart fhould be fubdu'd,
I thus addrefs'd my fong —
Sweet Son of beauty now forbear
Thy bow to bend in vain;
Not once enchain'd to all that's dear.
My freedom I'll maintain.
With fcornful look the youth reply'd :
Can nought thofe charms infpire ?
To fuch the gods would be ally'd,
Perfeflion all admire :
He ftraight let fly an arrow keen,
A chafm wide was op'd ;
Soft pleafure flow'd, I view.'d her mein,
To gain her all I hop'd.
Guardian Angrels.
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GUARDIAN angels, now proteft me,
Send, ah ! fend the youth I love •
Deign, O Cupid, to direft me.
Lead me through the myrtle grove.
Bear my fighs, foft-floating air,
•5ay I love him -to delpair.
Tell him, 'tis for him I grieve.
For him alone I wifh to live.
'Mid fecluded dells I wander,
Silent as the fliades of night;
Near fome bubbling rill's meander,
Where he erft has bleft my fight i
■There to weep the night away,
There to walle in fighs the day.
Think, fond youth, what vows you fworCj
And jnuft I never fee thee more ?
Then rcclufe fhall be my dwelling,
Deep in fo.me fequefter'd vale ;
,T!;ere with mournful cadence fwelling,
Oft repeat my love-fick tale ;
And the lark and Philomel
Oft fnall hear a virgin tell
V>"hat the pain to bid adieu
To joy, to happineCs, and yoa.