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Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
Did vow to do his charge,
Had paid him very large.
So here they fell at strife ;
About the children's life ;
Did slay the other there,
While babes did quake for fear.
Who did confess the very truth,
The which is here expressed : Their uncle died, while he for debt
In prison long did rest.
And overseers eke,
And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing,
And yield to each his right, Lest God, with such like inisery,
Your wicked minds requite.
LADY BARNARD'S “AULD ROBIN GRAY.”
He took the children by the hand,
When tears stood in their eye,
And look they did not cry ;
While they for food complain :
When I do come again. These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
Went wandering up and down,
Returning from the town.
Were all besmeared and dyed,
They sat them down and cried.
Till death did end their grief ;
As babes wanting relief.
Of any man receives,
Did cover them with leaves.
But, saving a croun, he had naething else beside ;
[win; I toiled day and nicht, but their bread I couldna Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in
And now the heavy wrath of God
Upon their uncle fell; Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house,
His conscience felt a bell; His barns were fired, his goods consumed,
His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field,
And nothing with him staid. And, in the voyage of Portugal,
Two of his sons did die ; And, to conclude, himself was brought
To extreme misery ; He pawned and mortgaged all his land,
Ere seven years came about : And now at length this wicked act
Did by this means come out :
These children for to kill,
As was God's blessed will ;
Said, Jennie, for their sakes, 0, marry me !
wrack ; The ship it was a wrack — why didna Jamie dee? Or why do I live to say, Wae 's me? My father argued sair ; my mother didna speak; But she lookit in my face till my heart was like to break :
[in the sea, Sae they gied him my hand, though my heart was And Auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When sitting sae mournfully at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he, Till he said, I'm come back for to marry thee.' 0, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ; We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away : I wish I were dead! but I'm no like to dee ; And why do I live to say, Wae's me? I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin, I daurna think on Jamie, for that would be a sin ; But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For Auld Robin Gray is so kind to me.
Lyttelton's "Progress of Lobe."
Thought could not guard nor will restore thy peace;
Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure,
And soothe the pain thou know'st not how to cure. Pope! to whose reed, beneath the beechen shade,
: Come, flattering Memory! and tell my heart
How kind she was, and with what pleasing art The nymph of Thames a pleased attention paid,
She strove its fondest wishes to obtain,
Confirm her power, and faster bind my chain.
If on the green we danced a mirthful band,
To me alone she gave her willing hand ; Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs she sing, 'Wilt thou with me revisit once again
Her partial taste, if e'er I touched the lyre, The crystal fountain and the flowery plain ?
Still in my song found something to admire ; Wilt thou indulgent hear my verse relate
By none but her my crook with flowers was crowned, The various changes of a lover's state,
By none but her my brows with ivy bound; And while each turn of passion I pursue,
The world that Damon was her choice believed, Ask thy own heart if what I tell be true?
The world, alas! like Damon was deceived. To the green margin of a lonely wood,
When last I saw her, and declared my fire Whose pendent shades o'erlooked a silver flood,
In words as soft as passion could inspire, Young Damon came, unknowing where he strayed,
Coldly she heard, and full of scorn withdrew, Full of the image of the beauteous maid.
Without one pitying glance, one sweet adieu. His flock far off unfed, untended lay,
The frighted hind, who sees his ripened corn To every savage a defenceless prey ;
Up from the roots by sudden tempest torn, No sense of interest could their master move,
Whose fairest hopes destroyed and blasted lie, And every care seemed trifling now but love :
Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I. A while in pensive silence he remained, (plained ;
Ah ! how have I deserved, inhuman maid ! But, though his voice was mute, his looks com
To have my faithful service thus repaid ? At length the thoughts within his bosom pent
Were all the marks of kindness I received Forced his unwilling tongue to give them vent.
But dreams of joy that charmed me and deceived ? Ye nymphs !' he cried, 'ye Dryads ! who so long Or did you only nurse my growing love Have favored Damon, and inspired his song ;
That with more pain I might your hatred prove ? For whom, retired, I shun the gay resorts
Sure guilty treachery no place could find Of sportful cities and of pompous courts ;
In such a gentle, such a generous mind ; In vain I bid the restless world adieu,
A maid brought up the woods and wilds among, To seek tranquillity and peace with you.
Could ne'er have learnt the arts of courts so young : Though wild Ambition and destructive Rage
No ; let me rather think her anger feigned, No factions here can form, no wars can wage,
Still let me hope my Delia may be gained ; Though Envy frowns not on your humble shades,
'T was only modesty that seemed disdain, Nor Calumny your innocence invades,
And her heart suffered when she gave me pain. Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breast,
Pleased with this flattering thought, the love-sick Too often violates your boasted rest;
Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy. [boy With inbred storms disturbs your calm retreat,
Back to his flock most cheerful he returned, And taints with bitterness each rural sweet.
When now the setting sun more fiercely burned, "Ah, luckless day! when first with fond surprise
Blue vapors rose along the mazy rills, On Delia's face I fixed my eager eyes ;
And light's last blushes tinged the distant hills. Then in wild tumults all my soul was tost, Then reason, liberty, at once were lost, And every wish, and thought, and care, was gone,
Hear, Doddington ! the notes that shepherds sing, How can soft pleasure and tormenting woo
Like those that warbling hail the genial Spring : From the same spring at the same moment flow? Nor Pan nor Phoebus tunes our artless reeds, Unhappy boy! these vain inquiries cease,
From Love alone their melody proceeds ;
From Love, Theocritus, on Enna's plains,
Nor bees nor herds are half so blest as I, Learnt the wild sweetness of his Doric strains ; If with my fond desires my love comply ; Young Maro, touched by his inspiring dart,
From Delia's lips a sweeter honey flows, Could charm each ear, and soften every heart ; And on her bosom dwells more soft repose. Me too his power has reached, and bids with thine • Ah how, my dear! shall I deserve thy charms ? My rustic pipe in pleasing concert join.
What gift can bribe thee to my longing arms ? Damon no longer sought the silent shade, A bird for thee in silken bands I hold, No more in unfrequented paths he strayed,
Whose yellow plumage shines like polished gold ; But called the swains to hear his jocund song,
From distant isles the lovely stranger came, And told his joy to all the rural throng.
And bears the fortunate Canaries' name ; Blest be the hour,' he said, 'that happy hour, In all our woods none boast so sweet a note, When first I owned my Delia's gentle power ! Not e'en the nightingale's melodious throat; Then gloomy discontent and pining care
Accept of this, and could I add beside Forsook my breast, and left soft wishes there ; What wealth the rich Peruvian mountains hide, Soft wishes there they left and gay desires,
If all the gems in Eastern rocks were mine, Delightful languors and transporting fires.
On thee alone their glittering pride should shine : Where yonder limes combine to form a shade, But if thy mind no gifts have power to move, These eyes first gazed upon the charming maid ;
Phoebus himself shall leave the Aonian grove ; There she appeared on that auspicious day
The tuneful nine, who never sue in vain, When swains their sportive rites to Bacchus pay : Shall come sweet suppliants for their favorite swain: She led the dance - Heavens ! with what grace she
For him each blue-eyed Naiad of the flood, moved !
For him each green-haired sister of the wood, Who could have seen her then and not have loved ? Whom oft beneath fair Cynthia's gentle ray I strove not to resist so sweet a flame,
His music calls to dance the night away. But gloried in a happy captive's name ;
And you, fair nymphs ! companions of my love, Nor would I now, could Love permit, be free,
With whom she joys the cowslip meads to rove, But leave to brutes their savage liberty.
I beg you recommend my faithful flame, * And art thou, then, fond youth ! secure of joy ?
And let her often hear her shepherd's name :
My pipe your kind assistance shall repay, Whence flowed those tears that late bedewed thy And every friend shall claim a different lay. check ?
• But see! in yonder glade the heavenly fair Why sighed thy heart as if it strove to break ? Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air. Why were the desert rocks invoked to hear
Ah ! thither let me fly with cager feet : The plaintive accent of thy sad despair ?
Adieu, my pipe ! I go my love to meet. From Delia's rigor all those pains arose,
O may I find her as we parted last, Delia ! who now compassionates my woes,
And may each future hour be like the past ! Who bids me hope, and in that charming word
So shall the whitest lamb these pastures feed, Has peace and transport to my soul restored. Propitious Venus ! on thy altars bleed.'
* Begin, my pipe ! begin the gladsome lay;
The gods, 0 Walpole ! give no bliss sincere ; I from her lips my recompense require.
Wealth is disturbed by care, and power by fear.
Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venomed dart!
And wisely take thy happiness on trust.
On a romantic mountain's airy head
Alas ! what aid, fond swain! would thou receive ?
Searce had he spoke when through the lawn below
Anxious he lay, with jealous cares opprest,
Say, thou inconstant ! what has Damon done
O pain to think another shall possess Those balmy lips which I was wont to press ! Another on her panting breast shall lie, And catch sweet madness from her swimming eye! I saw their friendly flocks together feed, I saw them hand in hand walk o'er the mead ; Would my closed oye had sunk in endless night Ere I was doomed to bear that hateful sight! Where'er they passed be blasted every flower, And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour ! Ah, wretched swain ! could no examples move Thy heedless heart to shun the rage of love ? Hast thou not heard how poor Menalcas 1 died A victim to Parthenia's fatal pride ? Dear was the youth to all the tuneful plain, Loved by the nymphs, by Phoebus loved, in vain : Around his tomb their tears the Muses paid, And all things mourned but the relentless maid. Would I could die like him, and be at peace ; These torments in the quiet grave would cease ; There my vexed thoughts a calm repose would find, And rest as if my Delia still were kind. No ; let me live her falsehood to upbraid ; Some god perhaps my just revenge will aid.
ECLOGUE IV. Cobham ! to thee this rural lay I bring, Whose guiding judgment gives me skill to sing, Though far unequal to those polished strains With which thy Congreve charmed the list'ning
plains ; Yet shall its music please thy partial ear, [dear, And soothe thy breast with thoughts that once were Recall those years which Time has thrown behind, When smiling Love with Honor shared thy mind. * * The sweet remembrance shall thy youth restore, Fancy again shall run past pleasures o'er, And while in Stowe's enchanting walks you stray, This theme may help to cheat the Summer's day.
Beneath the covert of a myrtle wood, To Venus raised, a rustic altar stood - To Venus and to Hymen, there combined In friendly league to favor human kind. With wanton Cupids in that happy shade The gentle Virtues and mild Wisdom played ; Nor there, in sprightly Pleasure's genial train, Lurked sick Disgust or late-repenting Pain, Nor force nor Interest joined unwilling hands, But Love consenting tied the blissful bands. Thither with glad devotion Damon came, To thank the powers who blest his faithful flame ; Two milk-white doves he on their altar laid, And thus to both his grateful homage paid : Hail, bounteous God! before whose hallow'd shrine My Delia vowed to be forever mine, While, glowing in her cheeks, with tender love Sweet virgin modesty reluctant strove ;
1 See Mr. Gay's 'Dione.'
And hail to thee, fair queen of young desires ! Long shall my heart preserve thy pleasing fires, Since Delia now can all its warmth return.1
What are ye now, my once most valued joys ? Insipid trifles all, and childish toys. Friendship itself ne'er knew a charm like this, Nor Colin's talk could please like Delia's kiss.
Ye Muses, skilled in every winning art, Teach me more deeply to engage her heart : Ye Nymphs ! to her your freshest roses bring, And crown her with the pride of all the spring ; On all her days let health and peace attend ; May she ne'er want nor ever lose a friend ! May some new pleasure every hour employ, But let her Damon be her highest joy!
With thee, my love ! forever will I stay, All night caress thee, and admire all day ;
In the same field our mingled flocks we 'll feed,
• When late old age our heads shall silver o'er,
1 Thirteen lines are here omitted, as being too warm for modern taste — in print ; also two lines in the address to Cobham, in the previous column, for the same reason. - J.