II. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove: And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch fhall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The red-breast oft at ev'ning hours With hoary mofs, and gather'd flow'rs, V. When howling winds, and beating rain, Or 'midft the chace on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell, VI. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly fhed: Belov'd, 'till life could charm no more, And mourn'd, 'till Pity's felf be dead. VOL. IV. F ELE Say, thou dear poffeffor of my breaft, Where now's my boasted liberty and rest! Where the gay moments which I once have known, O where that heart I fondly thought my own! From place to place I solitary roam, Abroad uneafy, nor content at home, I fcorn the beauties common eyes adore, The more I view them, feel thy worth the more; Unmov'd I hear them fpeak, or fee them fair, And only think on thee who art not there. In vain would books their formal fuccour lend, Nor wit, nor wisdom can relieve their friend; And could I speak with eloquence and ease, Expose (nor blush) thy triumph and my shame, Own thou haft fsoften'd my obdurate mind, My humble fighs shall only reach thy ears, And now (for more I never muft pretend) But wifely chufe who beft deferves thy flame, The skilful tongue in love's perfuafive lore, Answer Answer to the foregoing Lines. By the late Lord HERVEY. OO well thefe lines that fatal truth declare, To Which long I've known, yet now I blush to hear. But fay, what hopes thy fond ill-fated love, What can it hope, though mutual it should prove? In vain for me thy honeft heart is true; For would't thou fix difhonour on my name, Or gild my ruin with the name of wife, And make me a poor virtuous wretch for life: His torch inverted, and his face in tears. Though every fofter wish were amply crown'd, Love foon would cease to fmile where Fortune frown'd: |