XXXVI. 'Twas Oscar! if a thought of dire revenge Ere brush'd, ('tis thus the shadow fleets away) The Minstrel's mind; how glorious was the change! As in pale death his foeman gasping lay! It was a sight of pity and dismay! But, O! what feelings tortur'd Edwin's heart! He would have run with kindness to repay Each wrong; to bind each wound; to heal each smart! His irons smote his soul! each enter'd like a dart. XXXVII. Dread was the pause of silence; dread the din Hark, other bolts! hark! nearer hinges creak! Her utterance:-lo! she swoons in Edwin's arms! But, as new life awakes, how wild the alarms XXXVIII. The various feelings of the trembling pair Who, who could picture? Speechless, long they cast Unutterable looks ;—when the shrill'd air Some messenger announc'd, approaching fast: Spoke, with imperious voice, his lordly high degree. XXXIX. Conscious her glance met his!-She thought and sigh'd, She saw unveil'd, and own'd its generous strain; XL. And Edwin! where, where lurks the peasant lad? Clans, earldoms, wealth, and beauty, all thine own! Born the low peasant of the uncultur'd shade, Thy proud inheritance"thy harp alone! But, from the cot evolving to the throne, As, nature, men, and manners meet thy views, Through life, delight and dignity diffuse; And, feeling well their worth, the million bless thy Muse? MADRIGAL. FROM THE FRENCH OF COCQUARD. I FEEL when I see you a joy past expressing; Ah, to see you for ever would mine were the blessing; R. A. D. STANZAS ON A FAVOURITE PLANTATION IN THE GROUNDS OF C. W. ESQ. ADDRESSED TO MISS W. BY DR. RUSSELL. I. FOLLY, or Fancy, what they will, Let fools your sweet plantation call; No matter if the sound be ill, Since what we see is beauteous all. The Cyprian shades, as bards have sung, But she, who makes these trees her care, Is chaster than the Delian Maid. IV. To friendship sacred be this place; STANZAS WRITTEN IN A SEAT IN THE SAME PLANTATION. BY THE SAME. 1. DORA, one day, no matter when, While sitting on this seat, was saying, "I'll live a maid; I hate these men, Their sex is ever our's betraying. II. "Grant me, ye powers, but this request, One female friend will bless your Dolly.' III. Young Cupid, from a neighbouring tree, Heard the grave Nymph her thoughts expressing, "And is it so, sage miss?" said he, "Then why this care display'd in dressing? IV. Why, but some coxcomb's heart to win, Why, but to take some racer in, " This coaching still to all the races ? V.. Why, when a beau appears in view, Those dimpling smiles, that bosom panting? Why, in each cheek, that change of hue? Why, but I'll quickly stop your canting. VI. "I'll show the world how they're abus❜d, " VII. Nay, never hope your tricks to hide, (Come, hold your head up, hold it higher) You stole, I saw you, from my side This dart, and threw it at yon 'squire." VIII. The Nymph, enrag'd, at Cupid's charge, IX. "Were man, young sir, what I pursue, EPIGRAM ON THE REPRESENTATION OF TIMOUR THE TARTAR. 1813. BY B. H. BROWNE, M. D. LET the Houynhnhms no longer be reckon❜d a fable, Now all our great actors are brought from the stable ! |