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THE CHARMS OF MELODY-
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Anacreon's Advice.
i'^UAFF with me the purple wine,
of With me, in fecial pleafures join,
;}rown with me thy flowing hair,
!,ove with me the blooming fair,
And dance off heavy care ;
i^ine infpires the patriot foul.
Makes the rigid fair one figh,
■'reedom lies within the bowl,
Love and Friendfhip's focial tie.
Then let us laugh, be gay and free,
Hence with, dull fobriety.
Mufic is the Voice of Love.
rjOFTLY fweet the minutes glide,
J With tuneful .Damon by my fide;
lis fongs delight the liftening grove,
"■or mufic is the voice ot love.
Vlien moon-beams glitter o'er the ftreara,
low fweet his fong when love's the theme :
lis plaintivejiotes the nymphs approve,
i'or mufic is the voice of love.
f other maids admire his lays,
H''hile foft and fweet he fings my praile ;
The tender tale I muft approve,
or mufic is the voice ot love.
Adieu to Bacchus,
k DIETJ ! ye jovial youths, who join
•*■ To plunge old Care in floods of wine;
Ind, as your dazzled eye-balls roll,
)ifcern him ftruggling in the bowl.
{or yet is hope fo wholly flown,
lor yet is thought fo tedious growi),
lut limpid ftream and fhady tree
letain, as yet, fome fweets for me.
Ind fee, thro' yonder filent grove,
■ee, yonder does my Daphne rove :
^ ith pride her footfteps I purfue,
Ind bid your frantic joys adieu ?
Che fole confufion I admire,
s that my Daphne's eyes infpire :
fcorn the madnefs you approve,
ind value reafon next to love.
Mary's Death at Sandy's Tomb.
LOUD toU'd the ftern bell-man of night,
When Mary, dejcfled and fad,
To the turf had direfted her flight,
Wherein her coW lover lay clad.
1' How long, my lov'd Sandy," fl\e cry'd,
" Muft my heart in lone anguifh complain ?
' How long till in death we're ally'd,
" And fate cannot part us again?
' Hart ! hark ! 'tis a voice from the tomb,
" Come, Mary, it cries, come away ;
' To partake of thy lover's fad doom,
" And reft fhee befide his cold clay.
' I hear the iund call, and I come,
" Ye friends and companions, adieu:!
M hafte to my Sandy's dark tomb.
To die on his bofom fo true.
I hear the kind call, and obey ;
" Ah ! Sandy, receive me," fhe cry'd ;
rlien breathing a figh o'er his clay,
She hung on his toiab-llone — and f^y'd.
An Apology for not Tinging.
,'\7'E afk for a fong, and, indeed, I'm quite forry
^ I cannot oblige the good company here.
For fhould I begin, you would find, in a hurry
The guefts would depart, and the coaft would be
clear.
They could notfitftiLl,for to have their ears pefter'd
With fuch horrid notes, but away they would run,
To fome lonely defert, or valley fequefter'd,
And give that the preference, fifty to one.
Yet fince you are all fo defirous to hear me,
I now will comply, and endeavour my belt.
But I fure Ihall be laugh'd at by thofe who fit neai
me,
And thofe afar off will but make me their jeft.
" A Jheplierd attended Ms Jlochs on the mountain,"
O dear ! that's too high for my voice by a tone.
" A Jhepherdefsfat hy thejide of a fountain,'''
And this is too low, I ihall never get down.
But (with your permlfiiion) I'll try at another,
" When Echo's Jhrill •voice jnude the -woodlands to
ring:' _
Oh ! this is (if pofiible) worfe than the other;
So I beg you'll excufe me, for faith I can't fing.
BALLAD.
The Fair Maniac.
THE night was dark, the blaft blew cold.
And loud the tempeft roar'd ;
Blue lightnings flafh'd from pole fo pok)
The ftormy torrent pour'd ;
Mankind, both high and low, in bed,
Were flaelter'd fafe and warm ;
Save one diftradled maid, who fled
'Mong all the thickefl: ftorm.
And ever and anon flie fped
Where moft the tempeft pour'd.
And where the thunders overhead
With loudeft terror warr'd :
Thro' lonefome dell, or dreary glade.
Or kirk-yard graves among,
She wander 'd wild, and thus, poor maid.
With mad-like glee fhe fung :
' Beat, beat ye winds ; ye torrents pour ;
" Fight, warring clouds above ;
" Flafh, lightings, flafti ; loud thunders roar.;
" But hurt not my true love :
« For him I feek both night and day,
'' For him bewilder'd rove ;
Ye lightnings, light me on my way,
" In fearch of my true love.
'■' For him I bear the fummer's burn,
" And brave the wintry wind ;
" And day and night for him I mourn,
" Tor he has prov'd unkind ;
" Ye torrents rufh, ye thunders roar,
" Flafl:i, flafli, thou angry fky ;
•'For I fliall fee my love no more,
" And I for him will die.
«' The cold, cold night is dark and drear,
" And I can't find my love ;
" Ah me ! — I've fearch'd both far and near ;
" Where, wanderer, canft thou rove \
" But I'll purfue and flop thy fpeed — '
" And, tor thy fcorn to me,
" I'll make thy heart like mine to bleed,
« And then I'll die with thee."