Scarce had she told her mournful tale,
When ftruck with dread they hear
Voices confus'd with dying groans,
The cell approaching near.

"Help, father! help," they loudly cry, "A wretch here bleeds to death, Some cordial balfam quickly give To stay his parting breath."

All deadly pale they lay him down,
And gafh'd with many a wound;
When, woful fight! 'twas EDWIN's felf
Lay bleeding on the ground.

With frantic grief poor ETHELINDE

Befides his body falls s;

"Lift up thine

eyes, my

EDWIN dear,

'Tis ETHELINDE that calls."

That much lov'd found recalls his life,

He lifts his clofing eyes,

Then feebly murmuring out her name
He gafps, he faints, he dies.

Stupid a while, in dumb defpair
She gaz'd on EDWIN dead;

Dim grew her eyes, her lips turn'd pale,
And life's warm spirit fled.

A DIRGE.

B

OW the head thou lily fair,

Bow the head in mournful guife;

Sickly turn thy fhining white,
Bend thy ftalk and never rise.

Shed thy leaves thou lovely rofe,

Shed thy leaves fo fweet and

gay;

Spread them wide on the cold earth,
Quickly let them fade away.

Fragrant woodbine all untwine,

All untwine from yonder bower;

Drag

Drag thy branches on the ground,
Stain with duft each tender flower.

For, woe is me! the gentle knot,
That did in willing durance bind
My EMMA and her happy fwain,
By cruel death is now untwined.

Is bowed

Her head with dim half-closed eyes,
upon her breaft of fnow;
And cold and faded are thofe cheeks,
That wont with chearful red to glow.

And mute is that harmonious voice,

That wont to breathe the founds of love; And lifelefs are those beauteous limbs,

That with fuch ease and grace

did move.

And I of all my blifs bereft,

Lonely and fad must ever moan;
Dead to each joy the world can give,
Alive to memory alone.

To SLEEP.

CON

OME gentle God of soft repose,
Come footh this tortur'd breast;
Shed kind oblivion o'er my woes,
And lull my cares to rest.

Come gentle God, without thy aid
I fink in dark despair;
O wrap me in thy filent shade,
For peace is only there.

Let hope in fome propitious dream
Her bright illufions spread;
Once more let rays of comfort beam
Around my drooping head.

O quickly fend thy kind relief,

These heart-felt pangs remove; Let me forget myself, my grief, And every care-but love.

t

SPASIA rolls her fparkling eyes,

A And every bofom feels her power;

The Indians thus view Phoebus rife,
And gaze in rapture, and adore.

Quick to the foul the piercing splendors dart,
Fire every vein, and melt the coldest heart.

ASPASIA fpeaks; the liftening crowd
Drink in the found with greedy ears;
Mute are the giddy and the loud,

And felf-admiring folly hears.

Her wit fecures the conquefts of her face;
Points every charm, and brightens every grace.

ASPASIA moves; her well-turn'd limbs
Glide ftately with harmonious ease ;
Now thro' the mazy dance she swims,
Like a tall bark o'er summer feas ;

"Twas