And Love is ftill an emptier found,

The modern fair one's jeft; 'On earth unfeen, or only found

To warm the turtle's nest.

For fhame, fond youth! thy forrows hufh,
And spurn the fex!' he said:
But, while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd he fees new beauties rife,
Swift mantling to the view,
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as tranfient too.

The bashful look, the rifing breast,
Alternate spread alarms;
The lovely ftranger ftands confefs'd
A maid in all her charms.

And ah! forgive a stranger rude,

ἐ A wretch forlorn," the cry'd,

"Whofe feet unhallow'd thus intrude "Where Heaven and you refide!

"But let a maid thy pity fhare,

"Whom love as taught to ftray; "Who feeks for reft, but finds despair "Companion of her way.

"My father liv'd befide 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 arms

"Unnumber'd fuitors 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 reft young Edwin bow'd,
"But never talk'd of love.

"In humble, fimplest habit clad,
"No wealth or pow'r had he;
"Wisdom and worth were all he had,
"But thefe were all to me.

"The bloffom op'ning to the day,

"The dews of heaven refin'd, "Could nought of purity difplay "To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the bloffoms of the tree, "With charms inconftant shine : "Their charms were his; but, woe to me!'

"Their conftancy 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 my scorn',

"He left me to my pride;

"And fought a folitude forlorn,

"In fecret, where he dy'd,

"But mine the forrow, mine the fault!
"And well my life fhall pay ;
I'll feek the folitude he fought,
"And fretch me where he lay!

"And there forlorn, defpairing hid,
"I'll lay me down and die;
"'Twas fo for me that Edwin did,

"And fo for him will I!"

Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit cry'd,
And clafp'd her to his breast:
The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide
'Twas Edwin's felf that prefs'd.

Turn, Angelina, ever dear;

My charmer, turn to fee

Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,
Reftor'd to love and thee.

• Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And ev'ry care resign:

And shall we never, never part,
My life my all that's mine?

No, never from this hour to part;
We'll live and love fo true,

The figh that rends thy conftant heart
• Shall break thy Edwin's too!'

JAGO.

THE BLACKBIRDS,

AN ELEGY.

THE fun had chas'd the mountain (now,

And kindly loos'd the frozen foil;
The melting streams began to flow,
And ploughmen urg'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 am'rous fong,

And thus it echo'd thro' the grove:
" O fairest of the feather'd train!
"For whom I fing, for whom I burn;
« Attend with pity to my strain,
"And grant my love a kind return.
"For fee, the wintry ftorms are flown,
"And gentle zephyrs fan the air;
"Let us the genial influence own,
"Let us the vernal paftime share.

"The raven plumes his jetty wing,
“To please his croaking paramour ;
“The larks responsive ditties fing,

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

“Is not to be compar’d with ́mine;

"Nor can the lark so sweetly fing

"As I, who ftrength with sweetness join.

"O, let me all thy steps attend!

"I'll point new treasures to thy fight;
"Whether the grove thy with befriend,
"Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright.

"I'll fhew my love the cleareft rill,
"Whose ftreams among the pebbles ftray;
"Thefe will we fip, and fip our fill,

"Or on the flow'ry margin play.

"I'll lead her to the thickest brake,
"Impervious to the school-boy's eye;

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"For her the plaster'd neft I'll make, "And on her downy pinions lie.

"When prompted by a mother's care,

"Her warmth fhall form th' imprifon'd young, "The pleafing task I'll gladly share,

"Or cheer her labours with my fong.

"To bring her food I'll range the fields,
"And cull the beft of ev'ry kind;
"Whatever nature's bounty yields,
"And love's affiduous care can find.

"And when my lovely mate would stray,
"To taste the fummer fweets at large,
"I'll wait at home the live-long day,

"And tend with care our little charge.

"Then prove with me the sweets of love,
"With me divide the cares of life;

"No bufh fhall boast in all the grove
"So fond a mate, fo blefs'd a wife."

He ceas'd his fong. The melting dame,
With foft indulgence heard the strain ;
She felt, fhe 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 fondeft bridegroom of that hour,
And the the most delighted bride.

Next morn he wak'd her with a fong;
"Behold," he said, "the new-born day!

"The lark his matin peal has rung,
"Arife, my love, and come away.”