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The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,
And wearied Heav'n with fruitless vows,
And fruitless sorrow shed.
• 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 falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning-dews appear.
But oh! his sister's jealous care,
A cruel sister she !
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 scream'd
Her lover's funeral song.
Amid the falling 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'd
The visionary vale-
When, lo! the death-bell smote her ear,
Sad sounding in the gale.
Just then she reach'd, with trembling step,
Her aged mother's door-
He's gone! she cried, and I shall see
That angel face no more!
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.

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TWAS

AS at the silent solemn hour

When night and morning meet,
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.

Her face was like an April morn
Clad in a wintry cloud,
And clay-cold was her lily hand
That held her sable shroud.

So shall the fairest face appear
When youth and years are flown;
Such is the robe that kings must wear
When Death has reft their crown.

Her bloom was like the springing flow'r
That sips the silver dew;
The rose was budded in her cheek,
Just opening to the view

But Love had, like the canker-worm,
Consum'd her early prime:
The rose grew pale, and left her cheek

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She died before her time.
• Awake!' she cried,' thy true love calls,
Come from her midnight grave;
Now let thy pity hear the maid
Thy love refus'd to save.

This is the dumb and dreary hour
When injur'd ghosts complain,
When yawning graves give up their dead
To haunt the faithless swain.

Bethink thee, William ! of thy fault,
Thy pledge and broken oath,
And give me back my maiden vow,
And give me back my troth.

Why did you promise love to me,
And not that promise keep?
Why did you swear my eyes were bright,
Yet leave those eyes to weep?
How could you say my face was fair,
And yet that face forsake?
How could you win my virgin heart,
Yet leave that heart to break?
Why did you say my lip was sweet,
And made the scarlet pale?
And why did I, young witless maid !
Believe the flattering tale?
That face, alas! no more is fair,
Those lips no longer red :
Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death,
And every charm is filed.
Tbe hungry worm my sister is;
This winding-sheet I wear;
And cold and weary lasts our night,
Till that last morn appear.
But, hark! the cock has warn'd me hence;
A long and late adieu !
Come see, false man ! how low she lies
Who died for love of you.'
The lark sung loud, the morning smild
With beams of rosy red;
Pale William quak'd in every limb,
And raving left his bed.
He hied him to the fatal place
Where Margaret's body lay,
And stretch'd him on the green-grass turf
That wrapp'd her breathless clay.
And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name,
And thrice he wept full sore;
Then laid his cheek to her cold grave,
And word spoke never more !

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HAWKINS BROWNE.

A PIPE OF TOBACCO:
In Imitation of sir several Authors.

OLD battle-array, big with

horror, is fled,

IMITATION I.
A NEW-YEAR'S ODE.

RECITATIVE.
LD

And olive rob'd Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the blessing of peace; Was ever a nation so blessed as this?

AIR.
When summer suns grow red with heat,

Tobacco tempers Phæbus' ire;
When wintry storms around us beat,

Tobacco chears with gentle fire.
Yellow Autumn, youthful Spring,
In thy praises jointly sing.

RECITATIVE.
Like Neplune, Cæsar guards Virginian fleets,

Fraught with Tobacco's balmy sweets ;
Old Ocean trembles at Britannia's pow'r,
And Boreas is afraid to roar.

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, While wastes of war deform the teeming coast; Britannia, distant from each hostile sound, Enjoys a Pipe, with ease and freedom crown'd: E'en restless Faction finds itself most free; Or, if a slave, a slave to Liberty.

AIR. Smiling years, that gayly run Round the zodiac, with the sun Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene. British sons no longer, now, Hurl the bar, or twang the bow; Nor of crimson combat think, But securely smoke and drink.

CHORUS. Smiling years, that gayly run Round the zodiac, with the son, Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene.

IMITATION IT. L

ITTLE tube, of mighty power,

Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my warm desire, Lip of wax, and eye of fire : And thy snowy, taper waist, With my finger gently brac'd ; And thy pretty swelling crest, With my little stopper prest, And the sweetest bliss of blisses Breathing from thy balmy kisses. Happy tbrice and thrice agen, Happiest he of happy men, Who, when again the night returns, When again the taper burns; When again the cricket's gay, (Little cricket, full of play) Can afford his tube to feed With the fragrant Indian weed: Vol. II.

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