Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And shall we never, never part, No, never from this hour to part, The sigh that rends thy constant heart, COLIN AND LUCY. OF [By Tickell.] F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair, Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect a fairer face. Till luckless love and pining care Her coral lips, her damask cheeks, Oh! have you seen the lily pale By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring swains Take heed, ye easy fair! Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times all in the dead of night, Too well the love-lorn maiden knew I hear a voice you cannot hear, By a false heart, and broken vows, Was I to blame, because the bride- Ah, Colin, give not her thy vows, Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, To-morrow in the church to wed Impatient both prepare : But know, fond maid, and know, false man, That Lucy will be there. Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear, The bridegroom blithe to meet; He in his wedding trim so gay, I in my winding sheet ! She spoke and died, her corse was borne, The bridegroom blithe to meet ; He in his wedding-trim so gay, She in her winding sheet. Oh! what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts? Compassion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell: The damps of death bedew'd his brows, From the vain bride, a bride no more, The varying crimson fled; When, stretch'd beside her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead. He to his Lucy's new-made grave, Oft at this place the constant hind But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art, This hallowed spot forbear! Remember Colin's dreadful fate, And fear to meet him there. WILLIAM AND MARGARET. [By Mallet.] WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight Her face was like an April morn And clay-cold was her lily hand So shall the fairest face appear, Her bloom was like the springing flower The rose was budded in her cheek, But love had, like the canker worm, The rose grew pale, and left her cheek, |