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And frequent throws the wary lead,
LUCY AND COLIN.
BY THOMAS TICKELL, ESQ.
OF Leinster, famed for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;
Reflect so fair a face;
Impair'd her rosy hue,
And eyes of glossy blue.
When beating rains descend?
So droop'd the slow-consuming maid;
Her life now near its end.
By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains
Take heed, ye easy fair :
Ye perjured swains, beware.
Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring ;
The raven flapp'd his wing.
The solemn boding sound :
The virgins weeping round:
66 Which says I must not stay : “ I see a hand you cannot see,
66 Which beckons me away. 66 By a false heart, and broken vows,
“ In early youth I die: ** Am I to blame, because his bride
66 Is thrice as rich as I?
6 Ah! Colin, give her not thy vows ;
66 Vows due to me alone ; 66 Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,
66 Nor think him all thy own. “ To-morrow in the church to wed,
6 Impatient both prepare ; có But know, fond maid, and know, false man,
That Lucy will be there.
6. Then bear, my corse ; ye comrades, bear,
“ The bridegroom blithe to meet; “ He in his wedding trim so gay,
“ I in my winding sheet.” She spoke, she died-her corse was borne,
The bridegroom blithe to meet; He in his wedding trim so gay,
She in her winding sheet.
How were those nuptials kept ?
And all the village wept.
At once his bosom swell :
He shook, he groan'd, he fell.
The varying crimson fled,
She saw her husband dead.
Convey'd by trembling swains,
the constant hind
They deck the sacred green.
spot forbear ; Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him there,
BY ALEXANDER POPE, ESQ.
THY forests, Windsor ! and thy green retreats, At once the monarch's and the Muses’ seats, Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! Unlock your springs, and open
your shades. GRANVILLE commands ;-your aid, O Muses bring !-What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing !
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Live in description, and look green in song: 'These, were my breast inspired with equal flame, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water.seem to strive again ; Not, chaos-like, together crush'd and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused : Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a checker'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day ; As some coy nymph her lover's warm address Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress : There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades: Here, in full light, the russet plains extend : There, wrapp'd in clouds, the bluish hills ascend. Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, And ’midst the desert fruitful fields se, That, crown'd with tufted trees and fringing core, Like verdant isles, the sable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
laws, a prey,
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,