But the undaunted knight lifts up An arm so big and brawny, 390 And flasht her fo, that here lay head, And there lay bag and honey: Then 'mongst the rout he flew as swift, As weapon made by Cyclops, And bravely quell'd feditious buż, By dint of maffy fly-flops. Surviving flies do curfes breathe, And maggots too at Cæfar. But George he fhav'd the dragon's beard, And Afkelon* was his razor. 395 ' 400 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France: Sing, Honi foit qui mal y penfe. * The name of St. George's fword. XVI. LUCY Y 4 XVI. LUCY AND COLIN was written by Thomas Tickel, Efq; the celebrated friend of Mr. Addison, and editor of his works. He was fon of a Clergyman in the north of England, had his education at Queen's college Oxon, was under-fecretary to Mr. Addison and Mr. Craggs, when fucceffively fecretaries of ftate; and was lafly (in June, 1724) appointed secretary to the Lords Juftices in Ireland, which place he held till his death in 1740. He acquired Mr. Addifon's patronage by a poem in praife of the opera of Rosamond written while he was at the Univerfity. Ο F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair, Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream Reflect fo fair a face, Till luckless love, and pining care Impair'd her rofy hue, Her coral lip, and damask cheek, And eyes of gloffy blue. Oh! have you seen a lily pale, Her life now near its end, By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times, all in the dead of night, Too well the love-lorn maiden knew 15 20 "I hear a voice, you cannot hear, 25 "Which fays, I must not stay: "I see a hand, you cannot fee, "Which beckons me away, "By a false heart, and broken vows, "In early youth I die. 39 "Am I to blame, because his bride "Is thrice as rich as I? "Ah Colin! give not her thy vows ; "Vows due to me alone : "Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, 35 "Nor think him all thy own. "To "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 corfe; ye comrades, bear, "The bridegroom blithe to meet ; "He in his wedding-trim fo gay, "I in my winding-sheet." 40 She fpoke, fhe dy'd ;-her corfe was borne, 45 From the vain bride (ah bride no more!) The varying crimson fled, When, ftretch'd before her rival's corse, She faw her husband dead. 60 Then Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, Convey'd by trembling fwains, One mould with her, beneath one fod And plighted maid are seen ; With garlands gay, and true-love knots But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art, This hallow'd fpot forbear; . Remember Colin's dreadful fate, And fear to meet him there. 65 70 XVII. MARGARET's GHOST. This Ballad, which appeared in fome of the public newspapers in or before the year 1724, came from the pen of David Mallet, Efq; who in the edition of his poems, 3 vols. 1759, informs us that the plan was fuggefted by the four verfes quoted above in pag. 119, which he supposed to be the beginning of fome ballad now loft. "Thefe lines, fays he, naked of ornament and fimple, as they "are, ftruck my fancy; and bringing fresh into my mind an "unhappy adventure much talked of formerly, gave birth to "the following poem, which was written many years ago." The two introductory lines (and one or two others elfewhere) had originally more of the ballad fimplicity, viz. "When all was wrapt in dark midnight, "And all were fast asleep, 3c. "TWAS |