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As o'er the heath, amid his steel-clad thanes,
The royal Duncan rode in martial pride; Where full to view, high-topp'd with glittering vanes,
Macbeth's strong towers o'erhung the mountain's side.
In dusky mantle wrapp'd, a grizzly form
Rush'd with a giant's stride across his way, And thus, while howlid around the rising storm,
In hollow thund’ring accents pour'd dismay,
Stop, O king! thy destin'd course,
Hear'st thou not the raven's croak?
Lo, yon castle banners glare
Murder, like an eagle waits
Let not plighted faith beguile :
Treason arm:d against thy life,
Now 'tis time, 'ere guilty night
On he goes !-resistless fate .
TO E. S*** D.
When shall I, my fair one, say,
“ And still shall beauty's fairy charm,
“ Breathe o'er my soul it's wanton fires; “ Still passion wake the fond alarm
“ Of treinbling hopes, of wild desires.
“ O fly! thou dear delusive dream, .
“ O hence! ye scenes, to fancy dear; “ No more I'll muse the love-lorn theme,
“ No more I'll drop the pensive tear.
“ Free as the light-wing’d airs of May
“ That wanton kiss each rosy sweet, " I'll laugh the moments wild away,
“ And court loose pleasure's glitt’ring seat.
“ The laugh, the song, and Bacchus' smile,
“ Shall give to joy the fleeting hour ; “ No more shall love, with secret guile,
“ Win a soft soul to beauty's power.”
Thus spoke the heart from passion free,
And wakd my soul to fancied joy; . Hail once again lost liberty,
I dread no more th’idalian boy !
Ah me!-poor, weak, unguarded heart,
I feel return the sick’ning pain;
Strikes with new force each throbbing vein.
And now again all sad, and slow
I wander thro' the moonlight grove,
“ Go gentle lute, with softest air
“ Her smile of love shall crown me blest.
“Go gentle lute, for Venus kind
“ Bids her wing‘d boy thy music swell; “ Then happier toa'd, breathe all my woes,
“ And all thy master's sorrows tell.
“ And sure the maid, whose tender eye
“ Beams as the deny star of eve, “ Shall yield to love's soft harmony,
" And all my fundest vows believe
“Come golden hours, to fancy dear,
“Come hours by love, and Delia blest; “ Then let me lose each idle fear,
“ When folded to her showy breast.