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THE
S OF MELODY
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SIREN M E D L E T.
The Plan of the Publlilier is to embody m one daiid Folio Volume, all ti.e Songs, ancient and modern, in the Enclilli Lancuiipc.
woitn preltrvinj — fornrnj ,in Univerfal Maga/ine of Lo/e, Sentimental, V^'ar Hui.ti'ig, Bacchanaliin. Humorous, Hea, and I'olititnl
Songs i as well as Old bnjjlilh, Irilh, Scotch and German Ballad?, l-egendaiies &c. Stc- To which will be aiJded, a complete Index.
Twilight Glimmers.
TWILIGHT glimmers o'er the fteep :
Fatitna ! Fatima ! wakeft thou, dear?
Grey ey'd morn begins to peep,
Fatima, Fatima, Selim's here !
Here are true-love's cords attaching
To your window — lift ! lift !
Deareft Selim I've been watching.
Yes, I fee the filken twift.
Down, down, down, down, down,
Down the ladder gently trip ;
Pit-a-par, pit a-pat, hafie thee, dear—
Oh, I'm fure my foot will flip!
Fatima —
Veil Selim—
Do not fear,
pir-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,
pit-a-pat, pat, pat, pat.
Pit-a-pat,
Pit-a-pat,
From Blue Beard.
Sweet is the Dream.
SWEET is the dream, divinely fweet,
When abfent fouls in fancy meet I
At midnight love! I'll think of thee;
At midnight love! Oh! think. Oh! think of me.
Think that thou giv'ft thy deareft kifs,
And I will think i feel the blifs ;
Then, if thou blulh, that blufti be mine.
And, if I weep, the tear be mine !
Glorious the Ray.
From Paul and Virginia.
GLORIOUS the ray glancing over the ocMn,
That bids hil'l and valley difplay each gay
hue !
Graceful the orange grove waves in flow motion.
With joy as it hails the frefti morning in view.
Yet vainly her beauties does nature impart.
But for love's cheering funfhine that reigns in the
heart,
All is delight if kind love lend his aid,
And all is defpair if fond hopes are betray'd.
Svveet is the breeze that awakens the morning,
Or murmurs at eve with the nightingale's fong ;
Bright is the moonbeam the ftreamlet adorning,
While o'er the fraooth pebbles it wanders along.
Yet vainly her beauties, &c.
The Carelefs Tar.
WHAT matters Tom., to where we're bound.
If iiighied while on Britifti ground,
Becaufe our pocket's low ;>
A fae, d'ye fee, can't life us worfe,
Kind fi)rtiine,yet may favour us.
And take her tars in tow.
What though we be neglected now,
Shall we to lubbers cringe and baw ?
No, dam'me, niefllTiales, no.
D'ye mind me, we ne\er did it yet.
Kind fortune foon may fmile a bit.
And take her tars in tow.
For my parr, dear Tom, whare'er betide,
I know there's one that will provide,.
For you, and I, and Joe:
So brave, my hearts, the tempefl now.
Kind fortune yet I think as how,
W ill tdke her tars in tow.
Of this be fure, though now caft down,
The mermaid can't for ever frown.
Why then, (he'll kinder grow :
And, (hiver me to fplinter, mate,
But fortune yet may change our ftate,
And take us tars in tow.
But fhould fhe frown, and, brimftone like.
Her fancy colours never ftrike,
Why, then we'll let her know.
There's room enough for you and me
To fpend our lives in joy at fea.
And fhe to hell may go.
The Nightingale.
From Robin Hood.
NIGHTINGALp! who.on yon blooming fpray
Was bleft at eve, when all the woods were fall.
Thou with frefh hope the lover's heart doth fill.
While jovial hours lend on propitious May :
Thy languid n-ites, which cLf; the eyes of day,
Portend fiicce's in lo\e — if Jove's will
Have link'd that am'rous pow'r to thy f ift lay.
Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopelefs doom in fome grove nigh ;
As thou from year to year has fung too laie
For my relief, yet hadit no reafon whv ;
Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his matd^
Both them I ferve, and of their train am i.
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