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EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
BY DR. GOLDSMITH.
YURN, gentle hermit of the dale!
“ To where yon taper cheers the vale,
“ With hospitable ray.
“ With fainting steps and slow,
“ Seem length’ning as I go.”
" To tempt the dang’rous gloom ; “ For yonder faithless phantom flies,
" To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want
“ My door is open fill; " And though my portion is but scant,
“ I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share
“ Whate'er my cell bestows; “ My rushy couch and frugal fare,
"My blessing and repole.
“ To slaughter I condemn:
“ I learn to pity them:
“ But from the mountain's grassy lide
“ A guiltlefs feast I bring “ A fcrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,
“ And water from the spring. “ Then, pilgrim! turn, thy cares forego,
“ All earth-born cares are wrong; “ Man wants but little here below,
“ Nor wants that little long."
His gentle accents fell:
And follows to the cell.
The lonely manfion lay;
And strangers led aftray.
Requir'd a inafter's care;
Receiv’d the harmless pair.
And cheer'd his pensive guest: And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly press'd and smild; And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling’ring hours beguild.
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe the Itranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answ'ring care oppressid: " And whence, unhappy youth!” he cry'd,
“ The sorrows of thy breast?
- From better habitations spurnid,
66 Reluctant dost thou rove? " Or grieve for friendship unreturn’d,
“ Or unregarded love? " Alas! the joys that fortune brings
“ Are trifling, and decay; " And those who prize the paltry things,
“ More trifling fill than they. " And what is friendship but a name,
“ A charm that lulls to sleep; “ A shade that follows wealth or fame,
“ And leaves the wretch to weep! " And love is still an emptier sound,
“ The modern fair one's jeft! “ On earth unseen, or only found
“ To warm the turtle's nest. " For shame! fond youth! thy sorrows hush,
“ And spurn the sex !” he said ; But, while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray’d.
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
“ A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd, " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude " Where Heav'n and
reside. “ But let a maid thy pity share,
“ Whom love has taught to stray; “ Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
“ Companion of her way. “ My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
“ A wealthy lord was he; " And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,
" He had but only me.
* To win me from his tender arms,
“ Unnumber'd suitors came ;. “Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
“ And felt, or feign'd, a flame. “ Each hour, a mercenary crowd,
“ With richest proffers, ftrove; “ Among the rest young Edwin bowd;
“ But never talk'd of love. “ In humble, simplest habit clad,
“ No wealth or pow'r had he: “ Wisdom and worth were all he had,
66 And these were all to me. “ The blossom op’ning to the day,
“ The dews of heav'n refin'd, “ Could naught of purity display,
" To emulate his mind. “ The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
“ With charms inconstant, shine; “ Their charms were his, but, woe to me!
“ Their constancy was mine. • For still I try'd each fickle art,
“ Importunate and vain ; “ And while his passion touch'd my heart,
“ I triumph'd in his pain. “Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
“ He left me to my pride ; “And sought a solitude forlorn,
“ In secret, where he dy'd. " But mine the forrow, mine the fault,
“ And well my life shall pay; “ I'll seek the solitude he fought,
“ And stretch me where he lay. “ And there, forlorn, despairing, hid,
“ I'll lay me down and die; “ 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
" And so for him will I."
And clasp'd her to his breast;
'Twas Edwin's self that press’d.
“ Turn, Angelina! ever dear,
My charmer! turn to see
“ Restor'd to love and thee.
“ And ev'ry care resign.
My life !--my all that's mine?
6 We'll live and love so true;
“ Shall break thy Edwin's too."
EL E G Y.
On the DEATH of an UNFORTUNATE LADY.
BY ALEXANDER POPE, ESQ.
THAT beck’ning ghost, along the moon-light shade,
Why bade ye elfe, ye pow'rs! her soul aspire