Still as the present fail'd to charm, O'KEEFE.. THE TUNEFUL LARK. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Miss Harper. THE tuneful lark, as soaring high Upon its downy wings, With wonder views the vaulted sky, And, mounting, sweetly sings, And, gently dropping to its nest, ARNOLD. TEARS THAT EXHALE. ANONYMOUS,LONGMAN, LONDON. Sung by Master Walsh. ATTWOOD. TEARS that exhale from the springs of good-nature, Yet when I think on the danger that threatens, Fond expectation, so languid and drooping, ANON. IN FRANCE I ATTENDED, ETC. KELLY, LONDON.. Sung by Mr Banister. KELLY. IN France I attended the dames and noblesse, Took heart, thro' his head, to discover his passion. So I left them, for fear their political nobs Might look after mine, and be tempted to crop it. I travell❜d to Holland, in hopes that Mynheer Would permit me to mould, with some taste, his rough features; But the Dutch, with their dams, gave me reason to fear They would sooner be damn'd, than look like hu man creatures. In England awhile I attempted to stay,— And bus'ness at first was so great, 'twould amaze ye; But soon I left off, for the rage of the day Chang'd from powder or crop to low-comedy jazy! Now in Germany settled, your ladyship's slave, Or a billet-doux carry, where'er 'tis directed. ANON, DELIGHTFUL FREEDOM, ETC. KELLY, LOND. Sung by Miss Stephens. DELIGHTFUL Freedom, by whose pow'r, Thou hast the skill to charm them all. In vain Spring's vivid hues combine, KELLY. CHERRY. BEWARE OF LOVE! -CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mr Braham. DEEP in the fountain of this beating heart, CORRI. Free as the vital streams from thence that flow, No, no, no, no, no, mother, no, Blithe as the rays that cheer the blushing morn, Puls'd in this heart, dear sister, dost thou move; Blest with each charm that can thy sex adorn, Yet, sister, O dear sister, beware of love! Unvarying with the varied change, Thro' coast or climate as we range, Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh! sister, yes, Beware, beware of love! ANON. SWEET MARIANNE. GOULDING, LONDON. A favourite Song. SWEET Marianne, thy blooming cheek, Thy bright blue eyes, that mild bespeak HYLER. Thy flowing locks, thy fairy feet, Thy maiden voice, so soothing sweet; Not these the source of rapture prove, Sweet Marianne, to me: But thou resemblest her I love, WHEN INCLINATION, ETC.-DUETT. ANON. GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain and Mrs Bland. TRUE joy resides within the breast, HOOK. ANON. LET NATURE SWAY, ETC. A FAVOURITE POLLACCA. -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Miss De Camp. LET Nature sway the humble mind, -HOOK. |