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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
A IsTew Hunting Song. ,
HARK, hark to the found of the fweet winding
horn,
It invites to the chace, and av/atens the morn ;
Hark, hark, is c.
Diana leads forward o'er mountain and plain,
While Echo enraptur'd, repeats the blithe ftrain.
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While Bacciitts depriveswsof reafon and wealth,
"The fports of the field give both pleafure and health ;
Such innocent pallimes enlure us all joys.
Where no balenels difturbs, no maiice dsftroys-
Diana leads Jwvjard, &c.
Poor Nan of Wapping.
A '^'^•^^■^» y^ thoughtlefs, young and gd.j,
•**- Nor fcorn my tale of forrow ;
The woes which others feel to day,
May be your own to-morrow :
Then fpare the fame of hsr I name,
Seduc'd by falfe perfuafion ;
Perhaps you might have done the fame,
Had you the fame temptation.
Poor Nan of Wapping long was fam'd
For fv eetnefs and for beauty ;
Her parents love Ihe juiUy claimV,
Her foul was fraught with Awiy.^
Her gentle mind to fraud was blind,
By eaiy faith excited ;
„She thought to find in all mankind
The heart and tongue united.
■"Twas hard her unfufpeif. ing heart,
A prey to guile fhould leave her ;
liut ev'ry fraud and fpecious art
Were pradlis'd to deceive her:
With folcmn oaths a peijiir'd youth.
To his embraces won her ;
.Andjudging by her own, his truth,
She loft her peace ap,4;tcnor.
For fome fhort period fhe enjoy'd
All luxury could render :
No fingle check to curb her pride.
She (hone in guiity fplendor :
Surrounded by the vain and gay,
-No lerious friend appearing,
'Till confcience came in dread array.
And claim'd an, awful hearing!
''Tv.'as then the helplefafair bewail'd
The breach of moral duties;
She faw her lover 'shqart afTail'd,
By more fuccefsful beauties :
At length appal'd, he fpoke her fate,
And inftant claim'd liibmifRon ;
Then left poor Nan to mourn, too late,
Her haplefs loft condition.
' Thus fpurn'd by him, whofe faithlefs heart
r rom virtue had feduc'd her ;
And who, to crown the villain's part,
To begg'ry now reduc'd her.
_ Her former friends their aid deny'd.
To footh her bofom's throbbino- j
, E'en pity view'd with tearlefs eve.
The woes ,qf Nan of Wapping.
;Her parents next ilie fought for aid,
l>ut .the\ had long departed;
For with ihfcir child their comforts. fled^»-
Thcydy'd, both broken Jieaned :
Tran-fix'd fhe flood, bewail'd her birth,
Her feeble arms extended ;
She heav'd a figh, then funk to th' earth,
Where ,-. tlher woes were ecded.
The Faithful Tar.
THE fails unfurl'd, the ihip unmoor'd.
Her courfe to fteer — all hands on board.
Propitious ev'ry gale ;
Fair Betfey on the beacli deplores
Her failor bound to diilant fhores.
But nought her tears avail.
" O ! cruel fate-»— ye pow'rs above,
" Why thus bereft of him I love I
" Who on the relUefs deep,
" The boift'rous tide muft ceafeleis brave,
" And meet, perchance, a wat'ry grave,
" Whilft I but live to weep."
Twelve months elaps'd, when he return'd,.
Her conftant heart with rapture burn'd,
'Tv;as ireed from ev'ry care :
And Henry's love, his heart, his foul,
Were true, as needle to the pole,
V\ hen abfent from his fair.
In wedded blifs. they tafte delight.
No winds difturb, nor florms affright
The lovely. Betfey 's breaft.
For now he makes a firm decree.
No more to truft the raging lea —
With her completely blell.
Charming Sally.
NO nymph that trips the verdant plain,
With Sally can compare ;
She wins the hearts of all the fwains,
And rivals ail the fair.
The beams of Sol delight and cheer.
While fummer feafons roll ;
But Sally's fmiles can, all the year,
Give pleafure to the foul.
When from the'Eaft, the morning ray
Illumes the world below.
Her prefence bids the god of day.
With emulation glow :
Frefh beauties deck the painted grounds
And birds iWeet notes prepare;
The playful lambkins fkip around,
•And hail their filler fair.
T"he lark but flrains his liquid throat,
To bid the maid rejoice,
And mimicks, while he fweils his note,
The fweetnefs of her voice :
Tiie fanning lephyrs round her play,
While Flora fheds perfume.
And ev'ry flov/'ret feems to fay,
.1 bud for Sally's bloom.
The am'rous youths her charms proclaim,
From morn to eve their tale ;
Her beauty and unfpQued fame,
Make vocal ev'ry vale ;
The ftream meandring thro' the mea(5.
Her echo'd name conveys ; '
And ev'ry voice, and tx'ry reed,
Is tun'd to Sally's praife.
No more fhall blithfome lafs or fwain
To mirthful wake refort.
Nor ever May-morn on the plain
Advance in rural fport ;
No more fhall gufh the purling rill.
Nor muficwake the grove,
Nor flocks look fnovif-like on the hill,
Wiien I forget :o love.