RIVALRY IN LOVE. WILLIAM WALSH, born 1663, died 1709. Music by Dr. BOYCE. Of all the torments, all the cares, Sylvia, for all the pangs you sce I can endure my own despair, The author of this song is mentioned in the correspondence and poems of Alexander Pope. "In 1705," says Dr. Johnson in his "Lives of the Poets," "Walsh began to correspond with Mr. Pope, in whom he discovered very early the power of poetry. Pope always retained a grateful sense of Walsh's notice, and mentioned him in one of his latest pieces among those that had encouraged his juvenile studies, 'Glanville the polite And knowing Walsh would tell me I could write.”” TILL DEATH I SYLVIA MUST ADORE. From "The Hive." A collection of Songs in four volumes, 12mo, 1723. TILL death I Sylvia must adore ; No time my freedom can restore; And when against the cruel maid WHY, LOVELY CHARMER. From "The Hive." WHY, lovely charmer, tell me why, In vain you strive, with all your art, So sweet a look, so soft an air, UNHAPPY LOVE. From "The Hive." I SEE she flies me every where, I might live longer, but not love her more. THE FIRE OF LOVE. From the "Examen Miscellaneum." 1702, where it is said to be by THE fire of love in youthful blood, But for a moment burns; Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise; But when crept into aged veins, Like fire in logs, it glows and warms 'em long; Yet is the heat as strong. FAIR HEBE. BY LORD CANTALUPE. From a half-sheet, with the Music, printed about 1720. FAIR Hebe I left with a cautious design To escape from her charms and to drown love in wine: The wine in my head but still love in my heart. I repaired to my Reason, entreating her aid, Who paus'd on my case, and each circumstance weigh'd; "That's a truth," replied I, "I've no need to be taught; "If that's all," says Reason, "return as you came, For to find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name." What hopes, then, alas! of relief from my pain, When, like lightning, she darts through each throbbing vein; My senses surprised, in her favour took arms, And reason confirms me a slave to her charms. This song, adapted to the old English melody of "Pretty Polly Oliver," is an answer to Shenstone's, "When forced from dear Hebe to part." TELL ME, MY HEART, IF THIS BE LOVE. WHEN Delia on the plain appears, Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear If she some other swain commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, Tell me, my heart, if this be love. When she is absent, I no more When fond of power, of beauty vain, THE SHAPE ALONE. Ritson assigns this song to AKENSIDE (born 1721, died 1770), but it is not contained in his works. THE shape alone let others prize, The features of the fair; I look for spirit in her eyes, A damask cheek and ivory arm That speaks a mind within; A face where awful honour shines, And angel innocence refines The tenderness of love. These are the soul of beauty's frame, Without whose vital aid Unfinish'd all her features seem, And all her roses dead. E But, ah! where both their charms unite, Of power to charm the deepest woe, Their power but faintly to express O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME? THOMAS PERCY, D.D., Bishop of Dromore, editor of the "Relics of Ancient English Poetry," born 1728, died 1811. Music by T. Carter. O NANNY, Wilt thou go with me, No longer deck'd with jewels rare,— O Nanny, when thou'rt far away, Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? |