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One frenzy seiz'd both great and small,

On the poor frogs the rogues began to fall, Meaning to splash them, not to do them hurt.

As Milton quaintly fings," the fones 'gan pour,”

Indeed an Otaheite show'r!
The consequence was dreadful, let me tell ye;

One's eye was beat out of his head
This lip'd away, that lay for dead-
Here mourn'd a broken back, and there a belly.

Among the smitten, it was found
Their beauteous queen receiv'd a wound;
The blow gave ev'ry heart a sigh,

And drew a tear from ev'ry eye:
At length king croak got up, and thus begun-

My lads, you think this very pretty fun! Your pebbles round us fly as thick as hops~ “ Have warmly complimented all our chops; “ To you, I guess, that these are pleasant slones;

“ And so they might be to us frogs,

“ You fad, young good-for-nothing dogs! “ But they're so hard they break our bones.”








Convers’d as they sat on the green;
They gaz'd on each other with tender delight:
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight

The maid’s was the Fair Imogine. " And, oh!” said the youth, “ fince to-morrow I go

To fight in a far-distant land,
Your tears for my absence soon leaving to flow,
Some other will court you, and you will bestow
On a wealthier fuitor


hand.” “ Oh! hush these suspicions,” Fair Imogine faid,

" Offensive to love and to me: For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in


Shall husband of Imogine be.
If e'er I, by lust or by wealth led aside,

Forget my Alonzo the Brave,
God grant, that, to punish my falsehood and pride,
Your ghost at the marriage may fit by my side ;
May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride,

And bear me away to the grave!"
To Palestine hastend the hero so bold;

His love she lamented him sore: But scarce had a twelvemonth elaps’d, when, behold, A Baron, all cover'd with jewels and gold,

Arriv'd at Fair Imogine's door !

His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain

Soon made her untrue to her vows :
He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain;
He caught her affections so light and so vain-

And carry'd her home as his fpoufe !
And now had the marriage been bless’d by the priest;

The revelry now was begun;
The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feast;
Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceasid,

When the bell at the castle toll done!

Then first, with amazement, Fair Imogine found,

That a stranger was plac'd by her side :
His air was terrific, he utter'd no found;
He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd not around

But earnestly gaz'd on the bride!
His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his height;

His armour was sable to view:
All pleasure and laughter were hush'd at his fight;
The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back in affright;

The lights in the chamber burn'd blue!
His presence all bosoms appear'd to dismay;

The guests fat in silence and fear: At length spoke the Bride, while she trembled" I pray, Sir Knight, that your

helmet aside

you And deign to partake of our cheer!" The lady is filent; the stranger complies;

His vizor he flowly unclos'd;
Oh! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes!
What words can express her dismay and surprise,

When a skeleton's head was expos’d!
All prefent then utter'd a terrify'd fhout,

All turn'd with disguft from the scene; The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, And sported his eyes and his temples about,

While the spectre address’d Imogine : - Behold me, thou false one ! behold me!” he cry'd,

" Remember Alonzo the Brave!

would lay,

God grants, that, to punish thy falsehood and pride,
My ghost at thy marriage should fit by thy fide;
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride,

And bear thee away to the grave !"
Thus saying, his arms round the lady he wound,

While loudly she shriek’d in dismay;
Then funk with his


thro’ the wide-yawning ground! Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found,

Or the spectre who bore her away.
Not long liv'd the Baron; and none, since that time,

To inhabit the castle presume;
For chronicles tell, that, by order sublime,
There Imogine fuffers the pain of her crime,

And mourns her deplorable doom.
At midnight four times in each year does her spright,

When mortals in slumber are bound,
Array'd in her bridal apparel of white,
Appear in the hall with the Skeleton Knight,

And fkriek as he whirls her around!
While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave,

Dancing round them the spectres are seen:
Their liquor is blood, and this horrible ftave
They howl—“ To the health of Alonzo the Brave,

And his confort the False Imogine !"



H EAV'N gave the word”—Delia! once more

fareweli! Ah me! how fleeting all our joys are found ! The pangs thy faithful, tender heart can tell, For pangs

like mine that tender heart muft wound. Snatch'd from thy arms, to distant lands I roam,

And face the horrors of the howling sea;

Far from my long-lov'd friends and native home,

And far, my Delia! ah! too far from thee. No more thy pleasing converse cheers my soul,

And smooths my passage through life's rugged way; Thy smiles no more my wonted cares control,

And give new glories to the golden day.
No more with thee I hail th' approach of dawn,

And hand in hand the vary'd landscape rove,
Where fost'ring gales invest the dew-bright lawn,

Unlock the garden sweets, or fan the grove. With notes accordant to thy skilful tongue,

No more I seek my Doric reed to tune ; No more the tender melody prolong,

And chide the envious hours, that fleet too soom

When sinks in ocean's bed the source of light,

And darkness drear his raven pinion spreads, Cheerless and lone I pass the ling’ring night,

With thoughts congenial to its deepest shades. Unless, perchance, my weary watchful eyes

Sleep’s balmy charm no longer can refuse, Then swift to thee my soul unfetter'd flies,

And each past scene of tenderness renews. With all that winning grace I see thee move,

That first endeard thy yielding heart to mine, When soften'd by the flame of virtuous love,

I led thee blushing to the hallow'd shrine. I see thee thou partner of my

heart! With all a mother's tender feelings bless’d, The frequent glance, the kiss, the tear impart,

And press the smiling infant to thy breait. Eager I haste a parent's joy to share

My bosom bounds with raptures felt before: But swift the foothing vision sinks in air,

Winds howl around and restless billows roar. Ev'n now, whilst prompted by the pleasing past,

In artless numbers flows this pensive lay,.


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