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To guard the Rock from each malignant sprite
* By contraction Failand, a bill well known in Somersetshire ; not far from this is The Bleeding Rock, from which constantly issues a crimson current.
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.
Till luckless love, and pining care,
Impair'd her rofy hue,
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 :
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 ;
And all the village wept.
Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
At once his bosom swell :
He fook, he groan'd, he fell.
From the vain bride, (ah bride no more)
The varying crimson filed,
She saw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling swains,
For ever now remains.