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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plan of thcPubliftier is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language,
worth [ircrfcrving: — forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Politic*!
Song-: ; as well as Old Englilh, Irilh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &<:. &c. To which will be added, a complete IndeK.
Deareft Kitty,
DEAREST Kitty, kind and fair.
Tell me when, and tell me where,
Tell thy fond and faithful fwain,
When we thus fliall meet again?
When fhall Strephon fondly fee
Beauties only found in thee ?
Kifs thee, prefs thee, ling and play,
AH the happy live long day.
Dear e^ Kitty, Gfc
All (he happy day, 'tis true,
Ulefs'd but only when with you,
Is' ightly Sirephon -fighs alone.
Sighs till Hymen mates us one ;
Tell me then and eale my pain.
Tell thy loud a-nd faithful lij-ain,
Vi hen the prieft fhall kindly join
Kitty's trembling hai>d with mine.
Dearefi Kitty, Wc.
"When firft upon your tender Cheek.
WHEN firft upon your tender cheek
I favv the morn of beauty break.
With mild and chearing beam,
I bow'd before your infant fhrine,
The earlieft fighs you had -xert mine.
And you my darling theme.
I faw you in that op'ning morn,
Tor beauties boundlefs empire born,
And firit confefs'd your fway,
And e're your thoughts devoid of art.
Could learn the value of a heart,
I gave my heart away.
I watch'd the dawn of ev'ry grace,
And gaz'd upon that angel face,
While yet 'twas fafe to gaze ;
And fondly blefs'd each rifiiig charm,
Nlt thought fuch innocence- could harm,
The pea e of luture days —
But np.v defpotic o'er the plains.
The awful noon of beauty reigns,
And kneeling crxsuds adore :
Ttiefe chai-mf arife too fiercely bright,
Danger and death attend the fight,
And I muft hope no more.
When Mirth an Infant fleeping lay.
WHEN Mirth an infant fleeping lay.
To fliield him from the fcorching day ;
A vine-branch o'er his face was flung,
With many a rip'ning clufter hung,
Rich with the neftar bright :
The neftar, which the heav'ns diftill,
Inftead of dew — the grape to fill,
And give the heart delight.
The emerald fruit, from fummer beam,
Soon caught the ruby's brilliant gleam :
Some bunches fell near Mirth's full lip,
1 hefe — thefe he prefs d — and learn'd to fip—
To fip the neiftar bright ;
The ne£iar, (fc<,
From year to year he quaff'd the tide.
And tho' of ftrength the woods to ftride.
He to his vine-bough arbour clung.
And fwore he'd be forever young :
To drink the ne^ar bright :
The neBar, If a.
Tell me, Delia, charming Fair,.
TELL me, Delia, charming fair.
Why I hope, or why defpaitf
Why I'm bleft when thou art by,
Or when abfent fleals the figh?
Eafe my breaft, my doubts remove,
Is it friendfhip ? is it love ?
Friendfhip's privilege I claim.
But 1 fear the lover's name.
Age and fortune both confpire
To fupprefs each fond defire :
Reafon too (but reafon's vain)
Bids me be myfelf again.
Srill I ftruggle, flill purfue,
Reftlefs cares, and all for you.
Then tell me, Delia, lovely fair ?
Why I hope, or why defpair ?
Thou canft each fond doubt remove;
Is it freedom ? is it lave ?
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