OW fweet is the joy when our blushes impart
The youthful affection which glows in the heart,
When prudence and duty and reafon approve,
The timid delight of the Virgin's First Love.
But if the fond Virgin be deftin'd to feel,
A paffion fhe must in her bofom conceal,
Let a ftern parent's anger the flame difapprove,
Where's then the delight of the Virgin's First Love è
If ftolen the glance by which Love is confefs'd,
If the figh when half-heav'd be with terror fupprefs'd;
If the whisper of paffion cold caution must move,
Where's then the delight of the Virgin's First Love.
Or if her fond bofom with tenderness fighs
For a lover, who ceafes her paffion to prize,
Forgetting the vows with which warmly he ftrove
To gain the foft charms of the Virgin's First Love:
If tempted by int'rest he ventures to fhun
The gentle affections his tenderness won,
With another thro' paffion's wild mazes to rove,
Where's then the delight of the Virgin's First Love?
See her eye, when the tale of his treach'ry fhe hears, Now beaming with fcorn, and now glist'ning with
How great is the anguifh fhe's fated to prove!
Farewell the delight of the Virgin's First Love.
No more fweet emotion fhall glow on her cheek,
ut palenefs her bofom's keen agony speak,
And dimm'd by affliction that eye fhall now prove, Which fpoke the mild warmth of the Virgin's First Love.
And now, fad companion of mental diftrefs,
Difeafe fteals upon her in health's flatt'ring dress;
Sure the blush on that cheek ev'ry fear must remove,
Ah no! 'tis th' effects of the Virgin's First Love.
Still brighter's the colour which glows on her cheek,
Her eye boafts a luftre no language can speak;
Yet vain are the hopes thefe appearances move,
Fond parent! they fpring from the Virgin's First Love.
And now, not unconscious that death hovers near,
On her face fee the fmiles of contentment appear;
No ftruggle, no groan, his dread fummons to prove,
He ends the fond dream of the Virgin's First Love.
Ye nymphs! ere your bofoms with tenderness heave,
Let your choice from a parent glad fanction receive,
Left hopeless affection's keen anguish you prove,
And Hymen ne'er fmile on the Virgin's First Love.
But chiefly beware that the much-favour'd youth
Is wholly devoted to you and to truth,
Left the anguish of flighted affection you prove,
And death end the dream of the Virgin's Firft Love.
HE fnows are diffolving on Torne's rude fide,
And the ice of Lulhea flows down the dark.
Thy dark streams, O Lulhea! flow freely away,
And the fnow-drop unfolds her pale beauties to-day.
Remote,
Remote, the keen terrors of winter retire,
Where the North's dancing streamers relinquish their fire:
Where the fun's genial beams fwell the bud on the tree,
And Enna chaunts forth her wild warblings with glee.
The rein deer unharness'd, in freedom fhall play,
And fafely o'er Odon's fieep precipice tray;
The wolf to the foreft's receffes flall fly,
And howl to the moon, as the glides thro' the sky.
Then hafte, my dear Lulhea! ah! hafte to the grove!
And pafs the fweet feafon in rapture and love:
In youth let our bofoms with extafy glow,
For the winter of life ne'er a transport can know.
SONG.
The Entreating Lover.
Compofed by William Hammatt,
AREWELL thou dearest girl I love,
Since prayers to thee are spent in vain,
Will not my fighs then pity move!
And fhall I not thy heart e'er gain.
Once more, my love, then hear my prayers,
And to my tale, O lift a while!
Give not thyfelt thofe taunting airs,
But fondly on me gaze and smile.
Let not then Henry win your heart,
But let my prayers with you prevail,
Let him not pierce thee with love's dart,
But liften to thy William's tale.
To thee I will most faithful prove,
For heaven's fake, my love requite ;.
To thee I'll fing soft strains of love,
And pleafant pafs away each night..
Sung by Mr. Edwin, in Sherwood Forest.
E'LL feek the bow'r of Robin Hood,
And keep his bridal day,
For cheerfully, in blithe Sherwood,
The brides and bridefmen play :
Then follow me, my bonny lads,
And we'll the pattimes fee;
For the minstrels fing,
And the fweet bells ring,
And they feat right merrily.
The humming beer flows round in pails,
With mead that's flout and old,
And am'rous virgins tell love tales,
To thaw the heart that's cold:
Then follow me, my bonny lads, &c.
There dancing fprightly on the green,
Each lightfoot lad and lafs;
Sly-ftealing kiffes, when unfeen,
And gingling glafs for glass:
Then follow me, my bonny lads, &c.
Sung in Sherwood Forest...
HEY call me honest Harry O
Molly I will marry O;
In fpite of Nell,
Or Ifabel,
I'll follow my own vagary O.
With my rigdum, jigdum, airy O,.
I love my little Mary O;
In spite of Nell,
Or Ifabel,
I'll follow my own vagary O.
Straight fhe is and bonny O,
Sweet as fugar-candy O,
Fresh and
gay,
As flow'rs in May,
And I'm her jack-a-dandy O;
With my rigdum, jigdum, &c.
Soon to church I'll bring her O,
Where we'll wed together O;
And that done,
Then we'll have fun,
In fpite of wind or weather ;
With my rigdum, jigdum, &c.
Sung by Mr. Edwin, in Sherwood Foreft.
ARGARETTA firft poffeft,
M I remember well, my breast,
With my row, dow, dow, dero; With my reftless heart next play'd Martha, wanton, floe-ey'd maid, With her tan tarara ro.
She to Catharine gave place;
Kate to Betfey's am'rous face;
With my row, dow, &c.
Mary then, and gentle Anne,
Both to reign at once began,
With their tan, &c.
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