I fail'd in the good fhip the Kitty Jove, when he far my Fanny's face Lufinghiero m' in ganafli Loud toll'd the fern bellman of night Let care be a stranger to each jovial foul Lawyers pay you with words Muft Peace and Pleafure's melting firain Now to pant on Thetis' breaft Now Phebus finketh in the Weft On the green fedgy banks O'er moorlands and mountains 0! Nightingale ! who on yon' blooming Spray O cruel maid! how haft thou chang'd Once the Gods of the Greeks One ev'ning Good Humour took Wit as his guest Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles Our grotto was the freete place 0! Richard! oh! my love Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear 52 58 86 87 135 176 195 196 16 94 201 Rail no more, ye learned affes Soft pow'r of Harmony and Song Stray not to thofe diftant fcenes Says Plato, why should man be vain Softly fweet the minutes glide Sweet Echo! fweeteft nymph, that lives unfeen Since all my hopes, dear maid Soft pity never leaves the gentle breaft Shall not my foul to vengance now be mov'd? See the course throng'd with gazers Silence! take notice, you are my fon Sweet is the breath of morn Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear The rofe had been wak'd, just wash'd in a flow'r 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat . The fun fets in night and the stars foun the day Tho' grandeur reigns with fplendid pow'r To him who in an hour must die The world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit 'Twas in that feafon of the year Thou haft play'd a falfe, a faithless part Thus let me hold thee to my heart Thou canst not bouft of fortune's fore Tell me, my lute, can thy fond frain The meadows look charming, the birds faveetly fing The pride of ev'ry grove I chofe The wealthy fool with gold in fore The landlord he looks very big To Anacreon in heav'n, where he fat in full glee 78 93 To this happy meeting long life and profperity 97 Tho' the fate of battle on to-morrow wait 113 The watry God, great Neptune, lay 115 The foes of Old England, (France, Holland, and Spain) 118 Whence rifes this perfume that fills all the air Who to my wounds a balm advifes When Werter fair Charlotte beheld When firft the fatal news arriv'd 12 2 3 13 14 When Yanko dear fight far away Would ye tafte the noontide air Where the jefamin fweetens the bow'r 17 What different tracks do mortals take When bidden to the wake or fair When first my dear laddie gade to the green bill With my friend and my glass let my time pass away Whilft fome in epic ftrains delight When Orpheus went down to the regions below When Harold was invaded 22 25 37 42 60 64 70 74 90 99 100 With a chearful old friend When the chill Sirocco blows When Jove was refolo'd to create the round earth When I drain the rofy bowl When freedom was banish'd from Greece and from Rome When Britain firft, at heav'n's command What Cato advifes moft certainly wife is Whene'er I am mending a foe When in order drawn up, and adorn'd in bis beft When the ferjeant, encourag'd by wine What argufies pride and ambition 124 126 129 When Aurora is up, the fweet Goddess of day What man in his wits had not rather be poor Te pow'rs who taught my artless fighs Ye jobbers, underwriters;-ye tribe of pen and ink 190 199 15 44 III 137 194 Written for Mrs. CROUCH, to fing at the Theatre-Royal, York. BY A GENTLEMAN OF THAT CITY. FT pow'r of Harmony and Song, SOFT Whofe liquid notes can foften grief; Can drive away corroding care, II. Be mine Euterpe's dulcet ftrain, And fill each present heart with joy; A |