Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Butler Sheridan. CHORUS. A GENERAL TOAST. HERE's to the Maiden of blushing fifteen! Here's to the flaunting extravagant Quean; Let the Toast pass! drink to the Lass! Here's to the Charmer, whose dimples we prize! Here's to the Maid with her pair of blue eyes; CHORUS. Let the Toast pass! drink to the Lass! &c. CHORUS. CHORUS. Here's to the Maid with her bosom of snow! Let the Toast pass! drink to the Lass! &c. For let them be clumsy, or let them be slim, Let the Toast pass! drink to the Lass! &c. Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Butler Sheridan. DON CARLOS' SONG. HAD I a heart for falsehood framed, For though your tongue no promise claimed, To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But Friends in all the aged you'll meet, But when they learn that you have blest They'll bid aspiring Passion rest; And act a Brother's part! Then, Lady! dread not here deceit ; Nor fear to suffer wrong! For Friends in all the aged you'll meet, Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Butler Sheridan. DRIED be that tear, my gentlest Love! Not Seasons, Day, nor Fate shall prove Hushed be that sigh! be dried that tear! Dost ask, How long my vows shall stay, How long? my DELIA! Can I say Dried be that tear! be hushed that sigh! And does that thought affect thee too, Hushed be that sigh! be dried that tear! THE HEAVING OF THE LEAD. FOR England, when, with fav'ring gale, The high blue western land appeared; 'By the deep-Nine!' And, bearing up, to gain the port, While oft the lead the Seaman flang, And, as the much-loved shore we near, 'Quarter less Five!' THE MYRTLE AND BRAMBLE. A FABLE. LUXURIANT with perennial green, A Myrtle young and lovely stood, Sole Beauty of the wintry scene, The fairest daughter of the wood. Close by her side a Bramble grew, Like other brambles rude with thorn, Who sickened at the pleasing view; Yet what she envied, seemed to scorn! Full oft, to blast each hated charm, Yet was her rage not wholly crost! And from his magazines of frost, He summoned forth the keenest wind. |