SONG. O more shall hapless Celia's ears N° Of lovers drowned in floods of tears, Nor songs her slumbers to molest, With my fa, la, la. The fragrant flowers that once would bloom And flourish in her hair, Since she no longer breathes perfume Their odours to repair, Must fade, alas! and wither now, As placed on any common brow, With my fa, la, la. Her lip, so winning and so meek, As her forsaken gums may show, With my fa, la, la. The down that on her chin so smooth That, too, has left her with her youth, As fields, so green when newly sown, With my fa, la, la. Then, Celia, leave your apish tricks, Those joys that suit your years; TH A SONG. HE sparkling eye, the mantling cheek, How seldom we behold in one! Glossy locks, and brow serene, All meet in you, and you alone. Beauty, like other powers, maintains Each single feature faintly warms; So when on earth the god of day Through convex orbs the beams transmit, The beams that gently warmed before, Collected, gently warm no more, But glow with more prevailing heat. A SONG. N the green margin of the brook Despairing Phyllida reclined, Whilst every sigh, and every look, Declared the anguish of her mind. Am I less lovely then? (she cries, Oh My faded cheek, my colour fled; These eyes no more like lightning pierced, The rose he in his bosom wore, How oft upon my breast was seen! While thus sad Phyllida lamented, Then sighed and blushed, as who should say, THE CERTAINTY OF DEATH. M ORTALS! around your destined heads And lo! the savage spoiler spreads A thousand toils beneath. In vain we trifle with our fate; Fondly we think all danger fled, Thus the wrecked mariner may strive The fury of the main. But there, to famine doomed a prey, Since then in vain we strive to guard Our frailty from the foe, Lord, let me live not unprepared To meet the fatal blow! O THE CASTAWAY. BSCUREST night involved the sky, No braver chief could Albion boast He loved them both, but both in vain ; Not long beneath the whelming brine, Nor soon he felt his strength decline, But waged with death a lasting strife, He shouted; nor his friends had failed But so the furious blast prevailed, They left their outcast mate behind, Some succour yet they could afford; The cask, the coop, the floated cord, But he, they knew, nor ship nor shore, |