Wars that do fatal ftorms difperfe, With all the charms of peace poffeft, CHORUS. Paft is the fear of future doubt, SONG LI. BY MR. COLLIN S. * How fleep the brave who fink to reft, By Fairy hands their knell is rung, SONG LII. D I R GE IN CYMBELINE. SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. BY THE SAME. O Fideles graffy tomb Tfair maids, and village hinds shall bring Each opening fweet of earlieft bloom, No wailing ghoft shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch fhall here be feen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female Fays fhall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The The red-breaft oft at evening hours With hoary mofs, and gather'd flowers, When howling winds, and beating rain, Each lonely scene shall thee reftore, T HOU foft flowing Avon, by thy filver stream, Of things more than mortal, fweet Shakspeare would The Fairies by moon-light dance round his green bed, The love ftricken maiden, the foft-fighing fwain, In his Ode upon dedicating a building, and erecting a ftatue, to Shakspeare, at Stratford upon Avon. Here Here youth fhall be fam'd for their love, and their truth, Flow on, filver Avon, in fong ever flow, Be the swans on thy borders ftill whiter than fnow! SONG LIV. PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE. OF BY MRS. GREVILLE. FT I've implor'd the gods in vain, Sweet airy being, wanton fprite, If e'er thy pitying heart was mov'd * And for th' Athenian maid who lov'd, Thou fought' a wond'rous fpell. * See Midfummer-nights Dream. O! deign A O! deign once more t'exert thy power! Sovereign as juice from western flower,* I ask no kind return in love, Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, Far as diftrefs the foul can wound, "Tis pain in each degree: 'Tis blifs but to a certain bound Beyond-is agony. Then take this treacherous sense of mine, O! hafte to fhed the fovereign balm, See Midfummer-nights Dream. At |