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 buz,

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,

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St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France.

Sing, Honi foit qui mal y penfe.

XIV. LUCY

The name of St. George's fword.

XIV.

LUCY AND COLIN

was written by Thomas Tickel, Esq. 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 secretaries of ftate; and was laftly (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 Rofamond written while he was at the Univerfity.

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F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;
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 feen a lily pale,

When beating rains defcend ?

So droop'd the flow-confuming maid
Her life now near its end.

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By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains
Take heed, ye easy fair :

Of vengeance due to broken vows,

Ye purjured fwains, beware.

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Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
And at her window, fhrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew

The folemn boding found;
And thus, in dying words, bespoke
The virgins weeping round.

"I hear a voice, you cannot hear, "Which fays, I must not stay: "I fee a hand, you cannot fee,

"Which beckons me away.

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"Ah Colin! give not her thy vows;

"Vows due to me alone:

"Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs,

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"Nor think him all thy own.

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"But know, fond maid, and know, falfe man, "That Lucy will be there.

"Then bear my corfe; ye comrades, bear,

"The bridegroom blithe to meet;

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"He in his wedding-trim fo gay,

"I in my winding-fheet."

She spoke, fhe dy'd ;-her corfe was borne,

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The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He shook, he groan'd, he fell.

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From the vain bride (ah bride no more!)

Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling fwains,

One mould with her, beneath one fod

For ever now remains.

Oft at their grave the conftant hind
And plighted maid are seen ;

With garlands gay, and true-love knots
They deck the facred green.

But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art,

This hallow'd fpot forbear;

Remember Colin's dreadful fate,

And fear to meet him there.

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XV.

MARGARET's GHOST

-is the elegant production of David Mallet, Efq. who in the last edition of his poems, 3 vols. 1759, informs us that the plan was fuggefled by the four verfes quoted above in pag. 121, which he fuppofed to be the beginning of fome ballad now loft.

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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, &c.

'Twas