And often, when the moaning wind And then above the haunted hut The curlews, screaming, hover'd; And since that hour the fisherman Bounds o'er the deeply-yawning tomb, And flashing fires the sands illume, Nnij WHY REPRESS FOND LOVE'S, ETC. HAMPER, ESQ.PRESTON, LONDON. A favourite Madrigal. WHY repress fond Love's emotion? Gods the pleasing pain have known. Jove did roguish Cupid follow; Then shall mortals, rashly daring, HOWGILL. FEMALE HARDSHIP. M. P. ANDREWS.LAVENU AND CO. LOND. MISS ABRAMS. A favourite Ballad. WHEN our tortur'd bosoms bleed, Think you, in our looks, to read Why the starting tear will flow! Eyes may moisten as we feel; Surely, no-ah, surely, no! Fearless man, when wrung by care, Friendship then may balm bestow! Pangs, which time can never cure, All may guess, but none must know! ANON. THE RIVER QUEEN. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Bland. THE water rush'd, the water swell'd! A fisherman sat nigh, With tranquil look his line beheld, And gaz'd with vacant eye! In twain the water flows, FLORIO. And, crown'd with reeds, from out the brook A lovely woman rose ! To him she sung, to him she said, "Why tempt'st thou from the flood, "By arts of cruel man betray'd, "Fair youth, my scaly brood? "Ah! knew'st thou how we find it sweet "Beneath the waves to go, "Thyself would leave the hook's deceit, "Love not their splendour in the main "Tempts not this river's glassy blue, The water rush'd, the water swell'd! The fisherman sat nigh, With wishful glance the brook beheld, And long'd the wave to try! And never more was seen! SWEET IS THE SERAPH SONG, ETC. HAMPER, ESQ. PRESTON, LONDON. A favourite Song. SWEET is the seraph song of Peace; HOWGILL. See young Delight, with sparkling eyes, But, to the hero, sweeter far The clanging trump that calls to war: In dulcet notes ;-he seeks the fight, Ten thousand bowmen pour, Exults in victor's pride, and puts the foe to flight. GOD SAVE THE KING! Sung by the Principal Vocal Performers. GOD save great George our King, God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us; O Lord our God, arise, And make them fall! Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks; O save us all! |