...weeps out her division, when she sings." Droup, hearbs and flowrcrs -f Fall, griefc, in showres ; " Our beauties are not ours:" O, I could still (Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,) It. ', THAT joy so soone should waste ' Or so sweet a blisse As a kisse, Might not for ever last !...

...sad words: strike musick from the spheres, [ears. And with your golden raptures swell our явке. " Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; " Yet slower, yet, О faintly gentle springs: * List to the heavy part the musick bears, " Woe weeps out her division,...

...Four Voices. W. HORSLEY, MB SLOW ! fresh font ! keep time with my salt tears, O slower yet, O fainter gentle springs ; List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her decision when she sings. Droop herbs and flow'rs, Fall grief in show'rs, Or beauty is not our's. O...

...Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, " Without the meed of some melodious tear." ECHO [accompanied.'] Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears...weeps out her division, when she sings. Droop herbs andflowers, Fall grief in showers, Our beauties are not ours ; O, I could still, Like melting snow...

...more bold and blustering than becomes persons of genteel and good breeding. — THJotson. DCCCXCVIII. Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears:...sings. Droop herbs and flowers, Fall grief in showers, Ottr beauties are not ours; the remnant of people which happen to be reserved, arc commonly ignorant...

...bloated, and more bold and blustering than becomes persons of genteel and good breeding.— TUlotsan. Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs: .List to the heavy part the music bears, DCCCXCVIII. Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: O, I could still, Like melting snow...

...Woe weepes out her division, when shee sings. Droupe hearbs, and flowres ; Fall griefe in showres ; Our beauties are not ours : O, I could still (Like melting snow upon some craggie hill,) Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since Natures pride is, now, a wither'd daffodil). DRINKE to...

...Woe weepes out her division, when shee sings. Droupe hearbs, and flowres ; Fall griefe in showres ; Our beauties are not ours : O, I could still (Like melting snow upon some craggic hill,) Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since Natures pride is, now, a wither'd daffodill. DRlNKE to...

...thaniel Bacon, and Mr. Lionel Bacon, sons to the wor" shipful Mr. Edward Bacon, Esquire." CCCXLIV. Slow, slow, fresh fount ; keep time with my salt tears...weeps out her division when she sings. Droop herbs and flow'rs, Fall grief in show'rs, Our beauties are not ours. Oh ! could I still, like melting snow Upon...

...breathing kiss, lie hears a saving angel speak — " Thy love will yet revive 1" GRIEF. BY BEN JONBOX. SLOW, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears : Yet slower, yet ; 0 faintly, gentle springs : List to the heavy part the music bears ; Woe weeps out her division,...