ΤΟ THE PUBLIC. WITH a view to promote Harmony, and to en hance the focial pleasures of those polite circles who make vocal mufic a part of their amufement, the Compiler fends this little volume of Lyric poetry into the world. He has carefully avoided all those obscene and trifling compofitions with which many publications of this nature are indelicately crowded; introduced many originals; and felected the reft from the most admired MODERN authors; except fome few, the peculiar excellence of which will always recommend them. As every Songster will here find subjects suited to his tafte, except one, the Libertine, who would rudely tinge the cheek of modefty with a painful blush,-the Compiler hopes that his little book will merit a favorable reception amongst the lovers of HARMONY and SONG. A Rofe tree full in bearing Ab! Hope, thou dear deceiver, fay Affift, O thou God of the Vine As burns the charger when he hears - All you that are wife, and think life worth enjoying An old woman cloathed in grey, with Italian imitations A tinker I am, my name's Natty Sam A plague of thofe mufty old lubbers At the found of the born Away to the field 26 51 69 103 123 133 141 As I faw fair Clora walk alone Ab! what avails thy lover's pray'r A tear bedews my Delia's eye 182 187 188 202 Blow, Boreas, blow, and let the furly winds Blow, blow, thou winter's wind! 63 91 92 158 162 198 203 21 93 149 163 185 Come, Fancy, thou who canft regain Diftill'd amidst the gloom of night Dear object of each fond defire Dear is my little native vale II 19 31 Dear Tom, this brown jug Encompass'd in an angel's frame From glaring fhew and giddy noise From thefe dread walls For tenderness fafbion'd, in life's early day For you, my fweet maid, Flow, thou regal, purple fiream ab! be not afraid 62 71 176 180 200 From flower to flower, his joy to change From tyrant laws and customs free Friendship! peculiar gift of heav'n Go, tuneful bird, that glad'ft the skies 32 Gay Bacchus one cv'ning inviting his friends 82 Hail! Burgundy, thou juice divine How flands the glass around? Had Neptune, when firfl he took charge of the fea Here, take thefe fboes to Farmer Swine How fweet in the woodlands Hafte, my Nanette, my lovely maid 178 183 |