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A mutual flame was quickly caught,
What happy hours of home-felt bliss
His sister, who, like Envy form'd,
The father too, a sordid man!
Long had he seen their secret flame,
In Edwin's gentle heart a war
Denied her sight, he oft behind
Oft, too, on Stanemore's wintry waste,
His cheek, where health with beauty glow'd,
The parents now, with late remorse,
'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 touch'd,
And bathed with many a tear:
Fast railing o'er the primrose pale
So morning-dews appear.
But oh ! his sister's jealous care,
A cruel sister she I
Forbade what Emma came to say,—
'My Edwin! live for me.'
Now homeward as she hopeless wept
The church-yard path along.
The blast blew cold, the dark owl screanTd
Her lover's funeral song.
Amid the fairing gloom of night
Her startling fancy found
In every bush his hovering shade,
His groan in every sound.
Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'cl
Just then she reach'd, with trembling step,
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my side—'
From her white arm down sunk her head:
She shivering sigh'd, and died.
WILLIAM AND MARGARET.
7TTWAS at the silent solemn hour
Her face was like an April morn
So shall the fairest face appear
Her bloom was like the springing flow'r
But Love had, like the canker-worm,
* Awake!' she cried,' thy true love calls.
This is the dumb and dreary hour
Bethink thee, William! of thy fault,
Why did you promise love to me,
How could you say my face was fair,
Why did you say my lip was sweet,
That face, alas! no more is fair,
The hungry worm my sister is;
But, hark! the cock has warn'd me hence;
The lark sung loud, the morning smil'd
He hied him to the fatal place
And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name,
A PIPE OF TOBACCO:
In Imitation of six several Authors.
Tobacco tempers Phoebus' ire;
Fraught with Tobacco's balmy sweets;
AIR. Happy mortal, he! who knows Pleasure which a Pipe bestows; Curling eddies climb the room, Wafting round a mild perfume. RECITATIVE, Let foreign climes the vine and orange boast, J
While wastes of war deform the teeming coast; *
Britannia, distant from each hostile sound,
E'en restless Faction finds itself most free;