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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 guiltless feast I bring ; “ A scrip 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 astray.
Requir'd a master's care;
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
To take their ev’ning rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest:
And gayly press and smil'd; And, ikili'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 oppress’d: " And whence, unhappy youth!” he cry’d,
“ The sorrows of thy breast ?
- From better habitations spurnd,
“ 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 still 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 jest! “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, 16 Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude " Where Heav'n and
reside. “ But let a maid thy pity share,
“ Whom love has taught to stray ;
“ Companion of her way.
A wealthy lord was he;
“ 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,
" And these were all to me. “ The blossom op’ning to the day,
6. 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 fought a solitude forlorn,
“ In secret, where he dy'd. “ But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, 66 And well
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; 66 '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."
On the DEATH of an UNFORTUNATE LADY.
BY ALEXANDER POPE, ESQ.
; along the moon-light fhade,
Why bade ye else, ye pow'rs! her soul aspire