THE ATTRIBUTE OF VENUS. YES! FULVIA is like VENUS fair! The crown majestic JUNO wore, And CYNTHIA'S brow the crescent bore! Her Train was formed of Smiles and Loves, Then, smile, my Fair! and all whose aim A SOLDIER'S SONG. [GENERAL JAMES WOLFE'S SONG. SO CALLED, BECAUSE IT IS TRADITIONALLY STATED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG BY HIM, ON THE NIGHT BEFORE HE WAS KILLED AT THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC, SEPTEMBER 13, 1759.] How stands the Glass around? Let Mirth and Wine abound! The Colours, they are flying, Boys! To fight, kill or wound, May we still be found! Content with our hard fate, my Boys! Why, Soldiers! why Whose business 'tis to die! Hang fear! Drink on! be jolly, Boys! 'Tis he! you! or I! Cold, hot, wet, or dry; We're always bound to follow, Boys! And scorn to fly! 'Tis but in vain! I mean not to upbraid ye, Boys! 'Tis but in vain For Soldiers to complain! Should next Campaign Send us to Him who made us, Boys! We're free from pain! But if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady THE FORSAKEN NYMPH. GUARDIAN Angels! now protect me! Tell him, For him I grieve! Say, 'Tis for him I live! Through the shady grove I'll wander, Does he love, and yet forsake me, Some lonely cave, I'll make my dwelling! The lark and Philomel only shall hear me tell ABRA, OR THE GEORGIAN SULTANA. SCENE-A FOREST. TIME-THE EVENING. IN GEORGIA'S land, where Tiflis' towers are seen In distant view along the level green, While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade, 'Of ABRA,' first began the tender strain, 'Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain. At morn, she came those willing flocks to lead Where lilies rear them in the wat'ry mead; From early dawn, the life-long hours she told, Till late, at silent eve, she penned the fold. 'Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade, A various wreath of od'rous flowers she made: Gay mottled pinks and sweet jonquils she chose, The violet blue, that on the moss-bank grows, All sweet to sense, the flaunting rose was there. The finished chaplet well adorned her hair. |