VIII.

"Of a false swain, and broken heart,

"In early youth I die;

"Am I to blame, because the bride

"Is twice as rich as I?

IX.

"Ah, COLIN, give not her thy vows, "Vows due to me alone!

"Nor thou, rafh girl, receive his kiss, "Nor think him all thy own!

"But know, falfe man, and know, fond maid,

"Poor Lucy will be there.

XI.

"Then bear my corfe, ye comrades dear,

"The bridegroom blithe to meet;

"He in his wedding-trim so gay,

"I in my winding-sheet.”

XII.

She fpake, fhe dy'd, her corfe was borne,

The bridegroom blithe to meet ;

He in his wedding-trim fo gay,

She in her winding-sheet.

XIII. What

XIII.

What then were COLIN's dreadful thoughts;
How were these nuptials kept?

The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,

And all the village wept.
XIV.

Compaffion, fhame, remorse, despair,
At once his bofom fwell:

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

From the vain bride, a bride no more,

The varying crimson fled;

When, ftretch'd befide her rival's corfe,

She faw her lover dead.

XVI.

He to his Lucy's new-made grave,

Convey'd by trembling fwains,

In the fame mould, beneath one fod,

For-ever now remains,

XVII.

Oft at this place the constant hind

And plighted maid are seen;

With garlands gay, and true-love knots

They deck the facred green.

XVIII.

But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd ground forbear!
Remember COLIN's dreadful fate,

And fear to meet him there.

AN

IMITATION

OF THE

PROPHECY OF NEREU S.

A

From HORACE, Book III. Ode XXV.

Dicam infigne, recens, adbuc

Indictum ore alio. Non fecus in jugis
Exfomnis ftupet Evias,

Hebrum profpiciens, & nive candidam

Thracen, ac pede barbaro

Luftratam Rhodopen.HOR.

By the Same.

S Mar his round one morning took,

(Whom fome call earl, and fome call duke) ́

And his new brethren of the blade,

Shiv'ring with fear and froft, furvey'd,

On

On Perth's bleak hills he chanc'd to spy
An aged wizard fix foot high,

With bristled hair and visage blighted,
Wall-ey'd, bare-haunch'd, and fecond-fighted.
The grizly fage in thought profound
Beheld the chief with back fo round,

Then roll'd his eye-balls to and fro
O'er his paternal hills of fnow,

And into thefe tremendous speeches
Broke forth the prophet without breeches.
Into what ills betray'd by thee,

This ancient kingdom do I fee!
Her realms unpeopled and forlorn!
Wae's me! that ever thou wert born!
Proud English loons (our clans o'ercome)
On Scottish pads shall amble home;
I see them dress'd in bonnets blue,
(The spoils of thy rebellious crew)
I fee the target caft away,

And chequer'd plad become their prey,
The chequer'd plad to make a gown
For many a lafs in London town.

In vain the hungry mountaineers
Come forth in all their warlike geers,

The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger,
In which they daily wont to fwagger;
And oft have fally'd out to pillage

The hen-roofts of fome peaceful village,
Or, while their neighbours were asleep,
Have carry'd off a low-land sheep.

What boots thy high-born hoft of beggars,
Mac-leans, Mac-kenzies, and Mac-gregors,
With popish cut-throats, perjur'd ruffians,
And Forster's troops of raggamuffins ?

In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
Inflam'd with bagpipe and with brandy.
Doth not bold Sutherland the trusty,
With heart fo true, and voice fo rufty,
(A loyal foul) thy troops affright,
While hoarfely he demands the fight?
Do'st thou not gen'rous Ilay dread,
The braveft hand, the wifeft head?
Undaunted do'ft thou hear th' alarms
Of hoary Athol sheath'd in arms?

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Douglas, who draws his lineage down From thanes and peers of high renown, Fiery and young, and uncontrol'd,

With knights and fquires, and barons bold,