One morning very early, one morning in the spring
One parting kiss my Ethelinde

Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part
Pursuing beauty men descry

69

247

136

230

Should some perverse malignant star
Sigh no more ladies, ladies sigh no more

242

260

The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day

315

The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r

281

The shape and face let others prize

334

There is one dark and sullen hour
The sun was sunk beneath the hill
The western sky was purpled o'er.

144

70

77

Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes

117

To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139

What, put off with one denial
When all was wrapt in dark midnight
When charming Teraminta sings

198

53

131

When here Lucinda first we came
When lovely woman stoops to folly

Why heaves my fond bosom! ah, what can it mean

321

Ye happy swains whose hearts are free
Ye little loves that round her wait

148

205

Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now

204

You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true

294

Young I am, and yet unskill'd

1

Scott, Walter, 337.

Sedley, 150, 190, 197.

Shakspeare, 259, 260, 261.

Shenstone, 77, 82, 84, 87, 89, 195.

Sheridan, 279, 280, 310, 311, 314, 342.

Smollett, 102, 128.

Steel, 143, 199.

Suckling, 228, 330.

Taylor, Mrs. 238, 325.

Theobald, 134.

Thomson, 306.

Tickell, 49.

Vanbrugh, 284.

Waller, 223, 237.
Walsh, 219.

Way, 318.

Whitehead, 204, 316.

Yonge, Sir W. 201, 241.

THE

ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING.

Addressed to DR. AIKIN.

[MRS. BARBAULD.]

Illic indocto primum se exercuit arcu;
Hei mihi quam doctas nunc habet ille manus!
Tibullus.

WHEN Cupid, wanton boy, was young,
His wings unfledg'd, and rude his tongue,
He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,
And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers;
Or pierc'd some fond unguarded heart,
With now and then a random dart;
But heroes scorn'd the idle boy,
And love was but a shepherd's toy :
When Venus, vex'd to see her child
Amid the forests thus run wild,
Would point him out some nobler game,
Gods, and godlike men to tame.
She seiz'd the boy's reluctant hand,
And led him to the virgin band,
Where the sister Muses round
Swell the deep majestic sound;
And in solemn strains unite,
Breathing chaste, severe delight;

C