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To guard the Rock from each malignant sprite
A troop of guardian spirits watch by night,
Aloft in air each takes his little stand,
The neighb'ring hill is hence call's Fairy Land. *

* By contraction Failand, a bill well known in Somersetshire ; not far from this is The Bleeding Rock, from which constantly issues a crimson current.

THE END.

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LUCY

AND COLIN.

was written by Thomas Tickel, Efq; the celebra. ted friend of Mr. Addifon, and editor of his works. He was son of a Clergyman in the north of England, had his education at Queen's college Oxon, was under.fecretary to Mr. Addison and Mr. Cragge, when succeffively fecre. taries of state ; and was lastly in June 1724) appointed secretary to the Lord Justices in Ireland, Ruhich place he held till his death in 1740. He acquired Mr. Addison's patronage by a poem in praise of the opera of Rofamond written while he was at the University.

F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,

Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid Atream

Reflect so fair a face.

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Till luckless love, and pining care,

Impair'd her rofy hue,
Her coral lips, and damask cheek,

And eyes of glossy blue.

Oh ! have you seen a lilly pale,

When beating rains descend? So droop'd the flow.consuming maid;

Her life now near its end.

By Lucy warn'd, of Aattering fwains,

Take heed ye easy fair :
Of vengeance due to broken vows

Ye perjur'd (wains beware.

Three times all in the dead of night,

A-bell was heard to ring; And at her window, shrieking thrice,

The raven Aap'd his wing.

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew,

The folemn boding sound ; And thus in dying words bespoke

The virgins weeping round,

" I hear a voice, you cannot hear,

.“ Which says I must not stay: vt I see a hand, you cannot see,

" Which beckons me away.

" By a false heart, and broken vows,

“ In early youth I die. " Am I to blame, because his bride

" Is thrice as rich as I?

Ah Colinè give her not thy vows ;

" Vows due to me alone ; « Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,

" Nor think him all thy own.

6. 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, bear,

“ The bridegroom blithe to meet ; “ He in his wedding trim fo gay,

" I in my winding sheet."

She spoke, the dy'd-her corse was borne,

The bridegroom blithe to meet ; He in his wedding trim so gay,

She in her winding sheet.

Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts ?

How were those nuptials k ept ;
The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,

And all the village wept.

Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,

At once his bosom swell :
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,

He fook, he groan'd, he fell.

From the vain bride, (ah bride no more)

The varying crimson filed,
When, stretch'd before her rival's corse,

She saw her husband dead.

Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,

Convey'd by trembling swains,
One mould with her, beneath one fod,

For ever now remains.

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