SONG. THE GRACE S MUSIC BY SIGNIOR GIORDANI. WHE HEN erft the Graces fprung from heav'n, THALIA with a bloom was born, That might abash the blush of morn, EUPHROSYNE had all the glee Whilft glides the festive hour. The flow of wit you've at command, AGLAIA next, with modeft mein, As when you fplendid shine: So now, fweet maid, all must agree SONG. WORDS BY LORD LITTLETON, MUSIC BY MONS. GRETRY, AND ADAPTED BY DR. HAYES. T him who in an hour muft die, Not swifter seems that hour to fly, 'Than flow the minutes feem to me Which keep me from the fight of thee. Not more that trembling wretch would give Another day, or year, to live, Than I to fhorten what remains Of that long hour which thee detains. II. Oh! come to my impatient arms; Oh! come, with all thy heav'nly charms, At once to justify, and pay, The pain I feel from this delay. My foul is fill'd with thee alone, SONG. Ο THE GREEN SEDGY BANKS. N the green fedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay, I pass'd the gay moments with joy and delight, For peace chear'd the morn, and content crown'd the night; Till love taught young hope my youth to deceive,— II. Wherever I wander, thro' hill, dale, or grove, A youth fo engaging, with ease might deceive,— III. He ftole my fond heart, then he left me to mourn, SONG. THE MUSIC BY MR. ARNE. WOULD OULD you taste the noon-tide air, Where, woven with the poplar bough, Andante. All alone, yet in her arms Your breast may beat to love's alarms, D Pat. SONG.. Two Parts. POOR SOLDIER. PATRICK AND NORAH. A ROSE-TREE full in bearing, Had fweet flowers fair to fee One rofe, beyond comparing, For beauty attracted me. Tho' eager once to win it, Lovely, blooming, fresh, and gay, I find a canker in it, And now throw it far away. II. Norah. How fine this morning early, The fun fhining clear and bright; So late I lov'd you dearly, Tho' loft now each fond delight. The clouds feem big with fhowers, Sunny beams no more are feen,Farewell ye happy hours, Beth. Your falfehood has chang'd the scene. The clouds feem big, &c. to the end. |