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The swtet rememb'rance, u]I the strong perfume 

 Tortures the sense : For say whate'er you will, 

 Aiid call to memory departed joys, 

 'Tis but a painful pleasure ! In themselves 

 Our purest joys are intermix'd with careS j 

 But in the recollection of those joys, 

 The sordid dregs of intermingling care, 

 Sink to the ground, while all the blifs sublim'd. 

 Is efsence pure, too pungent to be born. 



SONGS IN THE MAGICIAN NO CONJUROR. 



AIR. THEKES.\, BY MRS BI L L IN G TO K. 



VV HV dares the eagie bend his flight. 

 To meet the sun's meridi.n liglit, 



With such exulting glee ? 

 'Tii njt, as poets have averr'd. 

 Because he is the regil bird ; 



It is because, he's free. 



The roving zephyr, as it goes, 

 Drinks the rich fragrance of the rose, 



Or wantons o'er the stream ; 

 And from the calm, sequestcr'J spray,. 

 The linnet breathes her am'rous lay. 



To eve'o departing beam. 



But I, alas ! am doom'd to bear 

 The fetters of rekntlefs care, 



Frooi ev'ry jiy confin'dj 

 Oh ! no, to soothe my cruel pains. 

 One cordial solace-yet remains, 



The freedom of the mind ! 



AIR. THERESA, BT MRS BILLINGTON. 



Meek, mous-nfu! nightingale! whose ev'ning. strain- 

 Is heard with many an undulatirg swell. 

 Why dost thou love so sad a tale to veil, 



An«! soothe with such seducing woe the plain ? 



For thou csnst prune thy wing at bre<k of day, 



Aad fly to summer groves, and flow'ry meads awayv 



AIR. SOMERVILLE, BY MR INCLEDOJf- 



^^ HEN true aflection fills the heart, 

 The lover acts the hero's p.irt. 



Nor yielils himself to sighs ! 

 Determin'd, still pursues the fair. 

 In spi'.e of danger ?nd despair,. 



He g lins hci — or he- iliM !' 



