[Rowe alludes in this ballad to the Countess Dowager of Warwick, who left him for another swain whose music was sweeter than his own, namely Addison. Dr. Johnson says that the Countess married the poetical Secretary of State on terms "much like those on which a Turkish Princess is espoused, to whom the Sultan is reported to pronounce, Daughter, I give thee this man for thy slave."" marriage so unequal made no addition to Addison's happiness.] A MY DAYS HAVE BEEN SO WONDROUS FREE. DR. PARNELL. Born 1679-Died 1717. My days have been so wondrous free, With careless ease from tree to tree, Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increas'd their stream? But now my former days retire, Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines! With all of nature, all of art, Assist the dear design; O teach a young, unpractis'd heart The very thought of change I hate, Nor ever covet to be great, 'Tis true, the passion in my mind WHEN THY BEAUTY APPEARS. DR. PARNELL. When thy beauty appears, In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a passion and pride And thus (might I gratify both) I would do; THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL. On Richmond Hill there lives a lass This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, I'd crowns 5 resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Ye zephyrs gay, that fan the air, And wanton thro' the grove, Oh! whisper to my charming fair, I die for her I love. How happy will the shepherd be Who calls this nymph his own! A LOVE SONG IN THE MODERN TASTE.-1733. DEAN SWIFT. or ALEXANDER pope. Born 1667-Died 1744. Born 1688-Died 1744. Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, Mild Arcadians ever blooming, Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping, Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers, Gloomy Pluto! king of terrors, Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Melancholy, smooth Meander Thus when Philomela drooping, [This exquisite satire on too many songs is printed in Swift's Poetical Works, last edition by Mitford, vol. ii. p. 53, and Pope's Poetical Works, last edition by Dyce, vol. ii. p. 185, where it is entitled a "Song by a Person of Quality." Whose property is this song? the Dean's, or the nightingale of Twickenham's? In the fifth volume of Swift's Miscellanies, 1735, p. 129, it is printed in the midst of numerous pieces undoubtedly from the Dean's pen.] SWEET ARE THE CHARMS OF HER I LOVE. BARTON BOOTH. Born 1681-Died 1733. Sweet are the charms of her I love, More fragrant than the damask rose; To sun-burnt climes, and thirsty plains. |