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What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell!
That spoke so sweetly and fo well. What paffion cannot Music raise and quell?
The trumpet's loud clangor
With fhrill notes of anger
And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat
Cries, hark! the foes come;
The foft complaining flute
The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
Depth of pains, and height of passion,
But oh! what art can teach,
But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher:
As from the power of facred lays,
So when the laft and dreadful hour
The TEARS of AMYNTA, for the DEATH of DAMON.
N a bank, befide a willow,
Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta figh'd alone:
From the chearless dawn of morning
Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!
Never fhall we curfe the morning,
All the joys he drain'd before :
Love and Damon are no more.
A SON G.
YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth, as she lay on the green: She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast: She faw the men eager, but was at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so close; By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. II. Ah! she cry'd; ah! for a languishing maid, In a country of Chriftians, to die without aid! Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least, Or a Proteftant parfon, or Catholic priest, T' inftruct a young virgin, that is at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo clofe!
By their praying and whining,
And clafping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
Cupid in fhape of a fwain did appear,
THE LADY'S SONG.
Choir of bright beauties in spring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the fhepherds in
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen:
While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fhore,