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Of fickness watch thee, and thy languid head
Nor did she crown your 'mutual flame
Than when thy virgin charms
Were yielded to my arms,
Abandon'd, and alone,
companion can I live?
Ev'n the delightful sense of well-earn’d praise, Unshar'd by thee, no more my lifeless thoughts could
What fuccour can I find ?
Support me every friend,
Your kind assistance lend
Alas! each friend of mine,
comfort to bestow.
idea fadden'd all : Each fav’rite author we together read My tortur'd mem'ry wounds, and speaks of Ley
And back return'd again ;
Still in her golden chain
O fatal, fatal Itroke.
Of rare felicity,
scheme of bliss our hearts had form'd With foothing hope, for many a future day,
In one fad moment broke !
Or against his supreme decree
With impious grief complain.
Would thý fond love his grace to her controul,
Up to that unclouded blaze,
Is every mortal bliss ;
Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state,
Whose fleeting joys so soon must end,
Rise then, my soul, with hope elate,
There death himself thy Lucy shall restore, There yield up all his pow'r ne'er to divide us more.
V E R S E S
Making part of an
EPITAPH on the fame LADY.
By the Same.
ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes ;
Tho' meek, magnanimous, tho' witty, wise ; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as she the world had never seen; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin'd. Her Speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her Song the warbling of the vernal Grove; Her Eloquence was sweeter than her Song, Soft as her Heart, and as her Reason ítrong ; Her Form each beauty of her mind express’d, Her Mind was Virtue by the Graces dress’d.
OUD howls the storm ! the vex'd Atlantic roars !
Thy Genius, Britain, wanders on its shores !
* Victor garland.--Alluding to the conquest by Lord Cornwallis.