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Far in the windings of a vale,

Fast by a shelt'ring wood,
The safe retreat of health and peace,

A humble cottage stood.
There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair

Beneath her mother's eye,
Whose only wish on earth was now

To see her blest, and die.
The softest blush that nature spreads

Gave colour to her cheek;
Such orient colour smiles through Heav'n

When May's sweet mornings break. Nor let the pride of great ones scorn

The cliarmers of the plains ; Tlat sun which bids their diamond blaze

To deck our lily deigns.
Long had she fir'd each youth with love

Each maiden with despair;
And though by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not she was fair;
Till Edwin came, the pride of swains,

A soul that knew no art;
And from whose eyes serenely mild,

Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual flame was quickly caught,

Was quickly too reveal'd;
For neither bosom lodg’d a wish,

Which virtue keeps conceal’d.
What happy hours of heart-felt bliss

Did love on both bestow!
But bliss too mighty long to last,

Where fortune proves a foe,

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His sister, who, like envy form'd,

Like her in mischief joy'd,
To work thein harm with wicked ski!)

Each darker art employ’d.
The father, too, a sordid man,

Who lore nor pity knew,
Was all unfeeling as the rock

From whence his riches grew.
Long had lie seen their mutual flame,

And seen it long unmov'd ;
Then with a father's frown at last

He sternly disapprov'd.
In Edwin's gentle heart a war

Of diff'ring passions strove;
His heart, which durst not disobey,

Yet could not cease to love.
Denied her sight, he oft behind

The spreading lawthorn crept,
To snatch a glance, to mark the spot

Where Emma waik'd and wept.
Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste,

Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his soften'd soul,

The midnight mourner stray'd.
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,

A deadly pale o'ercast;
So fades the fresh rose in it's prime,

Before the northern blast.
The parents now, with late remorse,

Hung o'er his dying bed,
And wearied Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs,

And fruitless sorrows slied. “ "Tis past," he cried, “ but if your souls

“ Sweet mercy yet can move, “ Let these dim eyes once more behold

“What they must ever love."

She came; his cold hand softly toach'd,

And bath'd with many a tear ;
Fast falling o'er the primrose pale

So morning dews appear.
But oh! his sister's jealous care

(A cruel sister she !)
Forbade what Emma came to say,

My Edwin, live for me.
Now homeward as she hopeless went,

The churchyard path along,
The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd

Her lover's fun'ral song.
Amid the falling gloom of night,

Her startling fancy found
In ev'ry bush his hov’ring shade,

groan in ev'ry sound.
Alone, appallid, thus had she pass'd

The visionary vale,
When lo! the deathbell smote her car,

Sad sounding in the gale.
Just then she reach'd with trembling steps

Her aged mother's door:
“ He's gone,” she cried,.“ and I shall see

That angel face no more ! “ I feel, I feel this breaking heart

Beat high against my side !" From her white arm down sunk her head, She shiver'd, sigh'd, and died.




'Tis listning fear and dumb amazement all : When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud;

And following slower, in explosion vast,
The thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes
And rolls it's awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds; till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and opens still
Expansive, wrapping æther in a blaze :
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, niingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing heav'n and earth.

Guilt hears appallid, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated flash.-Young Celadon
And his Amelia were a matchless pair ;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace;
The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone :
Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn,
And liis the radiance of the risen day.

They lov’d; but such their guiltless passion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undissembling truth,
'Twas friendship, heighten'd by the mutual wish;
Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, cach was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or sigh'd, and look'd uutterable things.

So pass'd their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled ; till, in evil hour,
The tempest caught them on the tender walk,
Heedless how far, and where it's mazes stray'd,
While, with each other blest, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
Heavy with instant fate her bosom heav'd
Unwonted sighs; and stealing oft a look

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Tow'rds the big gloon, on Celadon her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.
ha vain assuring love, and confidence
In Heav'n, repress'd lier fear; it grew, and shook
Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal conflict, and, as angels look
On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed,
With love illumin'd high. « Fear not,” he said,
“ Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence
“ And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves
“ In frowns of darknéss, ever smiles on thee
" With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft
** That wastes at inidnight, or th' undreaded Hour
Of noon, flies harmless; and that very voice,
" Which thunders terrour through the guilty heart,
With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine.'
“ 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus
" To clasp perfection! From liis void embrace,
(Mysterious Heav'n!) that moment to the ground,
A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,
Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of wo3
So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb,
The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands,
For ever silent, and for ever sad.


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Soon as young reason dawn'd in Junio's breast,
His father sent him from these genial isles,
To where old 'Thames with conscious pride surveys
Green Eton, soft abode of every muse.
Each classic beauty he soon made his own;
And soon fam'd Isis saw him woo the nine,
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his song;
For fair Theana was his only theme,

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