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And Love is ftill an emptier found,

. The modern fair one's jest ; • On earth unseen, or only found

• To warm the turtle's nest. For shame, fond youth ! thy sorrows hush,

' And spurn the sex !' he said : But, while he spoke, a rising blush

His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise,

Swift mantling to the view,
Like colours o'er the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms;
The lovely stranger stands confess'd

A maid in all her charms.
And ah! forgive a stranger rude,

" A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd,
" Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

“ Where Heaven and you refide! « But let a maid thy pity share,

" Whom love as taught to stray ; “ Who seeks for reft, but finds despair

Companion of her way. “ My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

“ A wealthy lord was he ; " And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ;

“ He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arme

“ Unnumber'd suitors came ;

" Who prais'd me for imputed charms,

“ And felt, or feign’d a flame. " Each hour a mercenary crowd

“ With richest proffers ftrove; " Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

" But never talk'd of love. “ In humble, simplest habit clad,

“ No wealth or pow'r had he; 6 Wisdom and worth were all he had,

“ But there were all to me. “ The blossom op'ning to the day,

• The dews of heaven refin'd, " Could nought of purity difplay

" To emulate his mind. « The dew, the blossoms of the tree,

“ With charms inconftant shine : " Th charms were his; but, woe to me!

“ Their constancy was mine. « For ftill I try'd each fickle art,

“ Importunate and vain ; " And, while his passion touch'd my heart,

“ I triumph'd in his pain :
« Till quite dejected with any scorn

“ He left ine to my pride ;
" And fought a solitude forlorri,

“ In secret, where he dy'd,
“ But mine the forrow, mine the fault !

“ And well my life shall pay ;
** I'll seek the solitude he fought,

“ And fretch me where he lay!

“ And there forlorn, despairing hid,

« l'll lay me down and die ; 66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

“ And so for him will I !"" • Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond’ring fair-one turn'd to chidemme

'Twas Edwin's self that press’d. • Turn, Angelina, ever dear ;

• My charmer, turn to see • Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,

• Restor'd to love and thee. • Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

• And ev'ry care resign: • And shall we never, never party

My life my all that's mine ? • No, never from this hour to part;

We'll live and love lo true, • The figh that rends thy con tant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too!'



The fun had chas'd the mountain (now,

And kindly loos'd the frozen foil ;
The melting streams began to flow,
And ploughmen arg'd their annual toil.


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'Twas then, amid the vocal throng,

Whom nature wakes to mirth and love, A Blackbird rais'd his amorous song,

And thus it echo'd thro' the grove : « O fairest of the feather'd train!

« For whom I fing, for wbom I burn; « Attend with pity to my strain,

“ And grant my love a kind return. “ For see, the wintry forms are flown,

“ And gentle zephyrs fan the air ; « Let us the genial influence own,

« Let us the vernal pastime hare. of The raven plumes his jetty wing,

“ To please his croaking paramour ; “ The larks responsive ditties fing,

“ And tell their paffion as they soar. “ But trust me, love, the raven's wing

“ Is not to be compar'd with mine; « Nor can the lark so sweetly sing

“ As I, who étrength with sweetness join. “ O, let me all thy steps attend !

“ I'll point new treasures to thy sight; “ Whether the grove thy wilh befriend,

« Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. « f'll Thew my love the cleareft rill,

“ Whose streams among the pebbles Atray; “ These will we fip, and lip our fill,

" Or on the flow'ry margin play. " I'll lead her to the thicket brake,

“ Impervious to the school-boy's eye;

" For her the plaster'd neft I'll make,

" And on her downy pinions lie. " When prompted by a mother's care,

“ Her warmth shall form th' imprison d young, 66 The pleasing task I'll gladly share,

« Or cheer her labours with my song. “ To bring her food I'll range the fields,

" And cull the best of ev'ry kind; " Whatever nature's bounty yields,

" And love's affiduous care can find. or And when my lovely mate would stray,

“ To taste the summer sweets at large, " I'll wait at home the live-long day,

r. And tend with care our little charge. “ Then prove with me the sweets of love,

« With me divide the cares of life ; " No bush shall boast in all the grove

“ So fond a mate, so bless'd a wife.” He ceas'd his song. The melting dame,

With soft indulgence heard the strain ; She felt, she own'd, a mutual flame,

And hafted to relieve his pain.
He led her to the nuptial bow'r,

And nestled closely to her fide;
The fondest bridegroom of that hour,

And she the most delighted bride.
Next morn he wak'd her with a song;

“ Behold,” he said, “ the new-born day! " The lark his matin peal has rung, " Arise, my love, and come away."

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