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Song . . . . . . . . . Mrs. Opie 137 The Sigh . . . . . . . Coleridge 138 The Timid Lover . . . . . Davenport 139 An Apology for having loved before Waller 140 Upon my Mistress Dancing. James Shirley 142 Sonnet . .... C. Leftley, Esq. 142 On Aurelia's Blushing . . A. M. Porter 143 The Hue and Cry ..... Hurdis 144 Led yard's Praise of Women . . Barbauld 147 Stanzas on Woman ...., Goldsmith 149 Elegy, describing the Sorrow of an ingenuous
Mind on the melancholy event of a
Licentious Amour ... Shenstone 149 To the Myrtle ....... Anon 154 Ode to Spring . . . . A. M. Porter 156 Sonnet 10 Spring, ... Mrs. J. Cobbold 138 The Wintry Day .. . Mrs. Robinson 159 The Rose . . . . . . . . Cowper 161 Winter Nose-gay. . . . . . Cowper 163 Ode to Evening ... ... Collins 164 Ode to the Evening Star ... Bidlake 167 Ode to Leven-water . . . . . Smollet 168 The Oak of our Fathers .... Anon 169 The Beech Tree's Petition .Campbell 171 The African . . . . . . . Southey 172 Stanzas, on the Death of a Lory, Rev. Wm.
Clubbe. . . . . . . . . . 173 Lory's Ghost .... Rev. Wm. Clubbe 175
The man was clad in a mantle red,
And his bonnet was large and dark; So musing still, he gained the hill,
The lady's bower to mark.
Twas black and drear; the silent trees
Stood tall, and still, arvund;
The water gave no sound.
But the lady bright, on the battlements height,
He saw by the burning moon; From her locks so light, and her garments white,
The stranger knew her soon,
« For the fight is o’er, and the rebel power,
“ Hath vanquished its lord; “ And now his store is nothing more,
“ But only his good sword.”
_" He waits for thee,”—the knight replied,
" By the mouldering cross of stone; “ Thy sleep will be sweet:” the stranger sigh’d
“ But never sweet alone.
« Comc, mount thee here ; nay do not fear,
“ Tho' the clouds be gathering fast : “ My courser's swift, for his career,
“ Is like the ocean's blast.”_
They rode o'er hill, they rode o'er vale,
They rode thro' the groaning wood; Till by the glare of the lightning pale,
They saw the holy rood.
And near it lay a comely form,
In dusky armour drest-
Could not break his rest,
The warrior slept, and the lady stepped
His well-known form to fold;
is not so icy cold.
With piercing cries she rais'd her eyes,
And the stranger stood by her side;
And his dark plume floated wide.
His steed was formed of the foaming surf
Which rvars on Killarney's lake, When the furious blast its water casts,
And rocking turrets shake.
“ Behold your Lord!" the phantom said,
“ The fight indeed is o'er; “ And under this shade my corse is laid,
" To sleep for evermore.
« But thou must with me; for the shoreless sea
“ Is given us for our reign; “ And Killarney's lake each year shall quake
“ For its prince and hero slain.
«« Killarney's hills, and Killarney's caves,
« Our lonely dwellings must be, « Till this yearly hour, when its shuddering waves,
“ My airy horse shall see:
- Then in angry pomp, thro' the waters wide,
“ In lightning and thunder drest, “ Your prince shall ride, while the stormy tide
- O'erwhelms his vassal's rest.