When once the fenfe is fled, is fled, Love has no power to charm. Wild thro' the woods I'll fly, I'll Ay, Robes, lock-hall thus be tore! 35 A-thoufand, thoufand times I'll dye Ere thus, thus, in vain,-ere thus in vain adore. XXI. THE DISTRACTED LOVER, MAD SONG THE FIFTH, was written by HENRY CAREY, a celebrated compofer of Mufic at the beginning of this century, and author of feveral little Theatrical Entertainments, which the reader may find enumerated in the "Companion to the Play-house," c. The Sprightliness of this Song fter's fancy could not preferve him from a very melancholy catastrophe, which was effected by his own hand. In his POEMS, 4to. Lond. 1729, may be feen another Mad-Song of this author beginning thus, "Gods! I can never this endure, "Death alone must be my cure, &c. I Go to the Elyfian fhade, Where forrow ne'er fhall wound me ; Where nothing fhall my reft invade, But joy fhall fill furround me. I fly from Celia's cold difdain, From her disdain I fly; She is the cause of all my pain, For her alone I die. Her eyes are brighter than the mid-day fun, See yonder river's flowing tide, Which now fo full appears; Thofe ftreams, that do fo fwiftly glide, Are nothing but my tears. There I have wept till I could weep no more, 5 10 And curft mine eyes, when they have wept their store, Then, like the clouds, that rob the azure main, I've drain'd the flood to weep it back again. Pity my pains, Ye gentle fwains! Cover me with ice and fnow, I fcorch, I burn, I flame, I glow! Furies, tear me, Quickly bear me To the difmal fhades below! Where yelling, and howling 15 20 25 And This, like Num. XX, was originally fung in one of D'URFEY'S Comedies of Don Quixote, (first acted about the year 1694), and was probably composed by that popular Songfter, who died Feb. 26. 1723. This is printed from the "Hive, a Collection of Songs,” 4 vol. 1721. 12mo. where may be found two or three other MAD Songs not admitted into these Volumes. I Burn, I Burn, my brain confumes to afhes! Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes! Within my breaft there glows a folid fire, Which in a thousand ages can't expire! Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler! Pour them all on my foul, It will hifs like a coal, But be never the cooler. 'Twas pride hot as hell, That firft made me rebell, From love's awful throne a curft angel I fell ; And mourn now my fate, Which myfelf did create : Fool, fool, that confider'd not when I was well! That drefs this face-this body-to allure! Bring me daggers, poison, fire! Since fcorn is turn'd into defire. All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I, endure. XXIII. LILLI XXIII. LILLI BURLER O. The following rhymes, flight and infignificant as they may now feem, had once a more powerful effect than either the Philippics of Demofthenes, or Cicero; and contributed not a little towards the great revolution in 1688. Let us bear a contemporary writer. 66 "A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the Papifts, and chiefly the Irish, in a very ridiculous manner, "which had a burden faid to be Irish words, Lero, lero, "liliburlero," that made an impreffion on the [king's] army, "that cannot be imagined by thofe that far it not. The 66 66 whole army, and at laft the people both in city and country, were finging it perpetually. And perhaps never had fo flight a thing fo great an effect." Burnet. It was written on occafion of the king's nominating to the lieutenancy of Ireland in 1686, general Talbot, newly created earl of Tyrconnel, a furious Papift, who had recommended himself to his bigotted mafter by his arbitrary treatment of the Proteftants in the preceding year, when only lieutenant general, and whofe fubfequent conduct fully justified his expectations and their fears. The violences of his administration may be feen in any of the hiftories of thofe times: particularly in bishop King's" State of the protestants in Ireland." 1691. 4to. LILLIBURLERO and BULLEN-A-LAH are faid to have been the words of distinction used among the Irish Papists in their maffacre of the Proteftants in 1641. HO!, |