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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY,
The Plan of the Pub'lilher is to embody in cne Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the
F.nglifli Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Song;; as well
aE Did Englifh, Irilli and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index.
The Lafs of low Degree.
HOW flow the ling'rlng moments wear !
Ye hours, in pity fpeed your flight,
Till Cheviot's hills, I'o frefli and fair.
Again fliall meet my longing fight !
Oh ! then what rapture 'twill afford
Once more thofe fcenes belov'd to fee.
Where Percy's heart firfl; told its lord.
He lov'd the lafs of low degree !
No "founding titles grac'd my name,
No bounteous kinfman fvveli'd my dowel ;
But Percy fought no high-born dame.
But Percy fought not wealth or power.
He lought a fond, a faithful heart,
He found the heart he fouglrt, in me ;
He faw her pure and free from art,
And Jov'd the lafs of low degree.
Thou dear Seducer of ray Heart,
From the Irifh of " T^ourneen Deelijh Valma Chrte."
THOU dear feducer of my heart.
Fond caufe of ev'ry ftruggling figh I
No more can I conceal Love's fmart,
No more reftrain the ardent eye.
What though this tongue did never move
To tell thee all its mafter's pain,
My eyes, my looks, have fpoke my love ;
My charmer, fhall they fpeak in vain ?
My fond imagination warm,
Prefents thee at the noon-tide beam ;
And fleep gives back thy angel form,
To clafp thee in the midnight dream ;
Elvina, tho' no fplendid ftore
I boafl a venal heart to move';
Yet, charmer, I am far from poor, _^
For I am more than rich in love.
Pulf§ of my beating heart,* fiiall all
My hopes of thee and peace be fled !
Unheeded wilt thou hear my fall ?
Unpity'd wilt thou fee me dead?
I'll make a cradle of my breaft.
Thy image all its child fliall be,
My throbbing heart fliall rock to refl:
Thofe cares which wafte thy life and me.
* This is a literal Trannation of CuJbJa ma Chree. It conveys
a tendernefs fcarccly to be found in any modern Language.
Love's a gentle, gen'rous Paflion.
Love's a gentle, gen'rous paflion.
Source of all fublime delight.
When with mutual inclination,
Two fond hearts in one unite,
Two fond hearts, i!fc.
What are titles, pomp and riches.
If compar'd with true content !
That falfe joy which now bewitches,
When obtain'd we may repent.
fFhen obtain' dy ^c-
Lawlefs paflion brings vexation,
But a chafte and conftant love
Is a glorious emulation
Of the blifsful ftate above.
Of the blifful, £5f j.
No Conftancy in Man.
The following Song was written by Henry Lawes, the Friend of
Milton, and the Compofer of the original Mufic of Comus.
BEGONE, begone thou perjur'd man,
And never more return.
For know that thy inconfl;ancy
Has chang'd my love to fcorn ;
Thou has awak'd me, and I can
See clearly — there's no truth in man.
My love to thee was chafls and pure.
As is the morning dew.
And 'twas alone like to endure
Had'ft thou not prov'd untrue ;
But I'm awak'd, and now I can
See clearly — there's no truth in man.
Thou may'fi; perhaps prevail upon
Some other to believe t}»ee.
And fince thou can'ft love more than one.
Ne'er think that it fliall grieve me ;
For th'haft awak'd me, and I can
See clearly — there's no truth in man.
By thy apoftacy I find
That love is plac'd amifs.
And can t continue in the mind
Where virtue wanting is :
I'm now refolv'd, and know there can
No conftant thought remain in man.
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