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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Henry and Sally.
A 1 R — " Mary's Dream."
THE nymphs were met upon the green,
Each 'tended by her favourite youth,
Who, by their miftrefs, Beauty, charmed,
■y^'^here uhifpering vowi of love and truth.
The queen of night, bright Luna, flione,
And call her rays of filver light,
The fprightly dance hadjuft begun,..
And all was pleafure and delight.
When fad mifhap — how chang'd the fcenc.
The Iprightly dance no more can charm.
The clouded iky, the veiled orb.
Foretold the dangers of a ftorm.
The thunder roll'd, the lightning flafh'd.
The nymphs and fwains were fiil'd with fear.
To think their joys fo ibon were dafb'd,
By difappointment fo fevere.
With eager fteps they homeward fled.
Each one protected by her fwain.
The tempeft now more fiercely blew.
They wifti'd 'twould ceafe, but wifh'd in vain.
Young Henry, among the reft,
With Sally, his intended bride, ■
Who every female charm pofTeft,
Strove to efcape the furious tide.
But oh ! what horror rent his heart.
To fee his Sally, lovely maid.
Torn by the lightning's forked dart.
And lifelefs ftruck upon the glade.
" And is fhe gone," the youth exclaim'd,
" My fvi^eeteft girl, my lovely bride."
Then funk upon her lifelefs corfe,
Heav'd a fad iigh, and drooping dy'd.
Winter,
ADIEU, ye groves, adieu, ye plains,
All Nature mourning lies :
See gloomy clouds and thick'ning rains,
Obfcure the lab'ring-Ikies.
See, fee, from 'far, th' impending ftorm,
With fuUen hafte appear.
See Winter comes, a dreary form,
To rule the falling year.
No more the lambs, with gamefome bound,
Rejoice the gladden'd fight ;
No more the gay enamell'd ground.
Or Silvan fcenes delight.
Thus lovely Nancy, much lov'd maid ;
Thy early charms muft fail,
The rofe muft droop, the lily fade,
And Winter foon prevail.
Again the lark, fweet bird of day.
May rife on aftive wing.
Again the fportive herds may play.
And hail reviving Spring.
But youth, my fair, fees no return.
The pleafing bubble's o'er ;
In vain its fleeting joys you mourn ;
They fall to bloom no more.
Hafte then, dear girl, the time improve,
Which art can ne'er regain.
In blifsful fcenes of mutual love, _
I With fome diftinguifh'd fwain.
So Oiall life's fpring, like jocund May,
Pafs fmiling and ferene.
Summer and Autumn glide away.
And Winter clofe the fceAe.
A Parody on
" Oh, what a Plague is aji olfiinate Daughter"
I
F a young wife you have,
■ She's the plague of your foul,
No peace can you have,
Tho' you let her controul.
Not one look in ten can be counted to ehear ye,
Oh ; what a plague is an obftinate deary ;
Frifking and flaunting.
Singing and jaunting.
Oh ! what a plague is an obftinate deary.
If her mate, like me's ancient.
She does nought but fcorn him.
And he's devilifh well off,
If flie don't chance to horn him^.
They plague and they'll teize him quite out of hi»
life, fir,
Oh ! what a plague is an obftinate wife, fir ;
Gadding about, fir.
To park, plays, and routs, fir.
Oh I what a plague is an obftinate wife, fir.
Take me, feme of you.
YOUNG I am, and yet unfkiU'd,
How to make a lover yield ;
How to keep, and how to gain.
When to love, and when to feign :
Tate me, fome of you.
While I yet am young and true.
Stay not till I learn the way
How to fib, and how betray ;
E'er I can my thoughts difguife,
Force a blufh, or roll my eyes ;
Could I find a blooming youth.
Full of love, and full of truth :
Of honeft mind, and noble mien,
1 fliould long to be fixteen ;
^ake me, ^c
Take me, lSc>
BALLAD.
Adam O'Gordon,
A SCOTISH BALLAD.
IT chanc'd about the Martinmafs,
When north winds froze the lake.
Said Adam 0' Gordon to his men,
" We muft fome caftle take."
" And what brave caftle fiaall we take,
" My merry men and me ?"
" We will go ftrait to Towie Houfe,
" And fee that fair lady."
The lady from her caftle wall
Look'd o'er both dale and down,
When fhe beheld a troop of men,
Faft riding to the town.
" O fee ye not, my merry men, all,
" See ye not what I fee ?
« Methinks I fee a troop of men ;
" I wonder who they be."