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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Orramoor.-
QTIINE oiit, refplendent god of day,
^ On my fair OiTarr.oor ;
Her charms thy mofl propitious ray.
And kir/deft looks allure
In mountain, vale, or gloomy grove,
I'd climb the talleft tree.
Could I from thence my abfent love.
My charming rover fee.
I'd venture on a rifing cloud,
Aloft in yielding -air,
From that exalted ftation, proud
To view the fmiling fair.
Should ftielri fome fequefter'd bow'r.
Among the branches hide,
I'd tear off ev'ry leaf and flow'r.
Till flie was there defcry'd.
From ev'ry bird I'd fleal a wingj
To Orramoor to fly ;
And urg'd by love, would fwiftly fpring
Along the lightfome fh-y.
Return and blefs me v^ith thy charmS;
While yet the fun diiplays
His faireft beams, and kindly warms
Us with his vital rays.
Return before that light be gone,
In which thou fhouldll appear ;
Unwelcome night is haft'ning on
To darken half the year.
In vain, relentlefs maid, in vain
• Thou deft a youth forfake,
Whofe love fhall quickly o'er th« plain.
Thy favage flight o'ertake.
Should bars of fteel my paffage flay,
They could not thee fecure ;
I'd thro' enchantment find a way
To feize my Orramoor.
The Milk-maid.
RECITATIVE.
Love and War.
TTARK ! how the trumpet founds to battle !
AA Hark! Jiow the thund'ring cannons rattle.!
Cruel ambition nov^', c^Us me away.
While I have ten thoufand foft things to fay.
While honour alarms me.
Young Cupid difarms me.
And Celia fo charms me.
I cannot away.
Hark ! again, honour calls ^ne to arms,
Hark ! how the trumpet fweetly charms ;
Celia no more then muft be obey'd.
Cannons are roaring, and enfigns difplay'd;
The thoughts of promotion
■Infpire fuch a notion.
Of Celia's devotion,
I'm no mare afraid.
Guard her, for me, celeftial pow'ers,
Ye gods, blefs the nymph with happy foft hours:;
O may fhe ever to love mp incline,
Such lovely perftftions I cannot refign ;
Firm conftancy grant her
My true Icvp ihall haunt her,
My foul cannot want her,
She's all fo dirine.
As Kate, one morn, with milk-pail on her head,
Was trudging homeward thro' the verdant mead-
Her mind revolving on ten thoufand ways,
To fix a lover 3nd her fortune raife ;
Bright hope at once besraM on her flutt'ring breaft.
And as fhe went ftie thus herfelf addrefs'd :
" C UPPOSE my milk fold, Tomi; eggs I will biiy,
*^ " And chickens to raife direftly I'll try, . '
■ " My poultry, when rear'd, will fetch a good price,
" And two little lambkins I'll get in a thrice :
" My flock will incrcafe, if Fortune but fmile,
" Farewell then,.iarewell then, to labour and toil
" Nov.' lovers around me will byz like a bee,
" No girl in our village fo courted as me ;
'' But ruftics! adieu, no luch conquefts I'll prize,
" The hearts I once fought for I now can defpife :
" A lord, or fome fquire, my riches may win,
" And titles and coaches are furely no fin." '
RECITATIVE.
Struclc with the fancy'd.blifs, Kate leapt for joy,
Ah ! fickle Fortune ! why her hopes deft toy ?
Down came the pail, and in the mighty fall,
-Eggs,chickenr.,lambs,lordt,iquires,arcvani(}i'dall;
Fair ladies, who my tale attend,
Forgive this moral from a friend;
•Like ruin'd Kate, ])ray be not catcht,
Nor count your chicks before they're hatch t.
From the Eaft breaks the Morn.
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FROM the eaft breaks the morn.
See the funs-beams adorn
The wild heath and the mountains fb hi^h.
Shrilly opes the rtaunch hound,
The fleed neighs to the found.
And the -floods and the vallies reply.
Our forefathers, fo good,
Prov'd their greatnefs of blood,
.By encount'ring the pard and the boar;
Ruddy health bioom'd the face.
Age and youth urg'd the chace,
And taught woodlands and forefls to roaE.
Hence of noble defcent,
Kills and wilds we frequent.
Where the bofom of nature's reveal'd;
Tho' in life's bufy dsy,
Man of man make a prey.
Still let ours be the prey of the field.
With the chace iii full fight,
Gods! how great the delight!
How our mutual fenfations refine !
Where is care ? where is fear?
Like our winds in the rear,
And the man's loft in fomething divine.
Now to horfe, my brave boys :
Lo ! each pants for the joys
That anon fhall enliven the whole :
Then at eve we'll difmount.
Toils and pleafures recount.
And renevt' the chace over the bowL