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« To win me from his tender arms

“ Unnumber'd suitors came, * Who prais’d me for imputed charms,

“ And felt, or feign'd a flame.

$ Each morn

the
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fantastic crowd
“ With richest proffers ftrove ;
“ Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

" But never talk'd of love.

“ In humble, fimpleft habit clad,

• No wealth nor power had he; " A constant heart was all he had,

" But that was all to me,

• The blossom opening to the day,

" The news of heav'n refin’d, “ Could nought of purity display,

" To emulate his mind.

“ The dew, the blofom on the tree,

" With charms inconstant shine; " Their charms were his, but woe to me,

Their constancy was mine.

" For ftill I try'd each fickle art,

Importunate and vain; “ And while his passion touch'd my heart,

I triumph'd in his pain.

«« 'Till

" "Till, quite dejected with my scorn,

“ He left me to my pride; “And fought a folitude forlorn,

“ In secret, where he dy'd.

" But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,

" And well my life shall pay ; " I'll seek the solitude he fought,

• And stretch me where he lay.

And, there forlorn despairing hid,

“ I'll lay me down and die : 6. 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

" And so for him will I.

“ Thou shalt not thus,” the hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide ;

'Twas Edwin's self that prest.

* Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,

" Restor'd to love and thee.

6. Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

“ And ev'ry care resign: 66 And shall we never, never part,

Othou my all that's mine."

“ No, never, from this hour to part,

" We'll live and love so true ; “ The figh that rends thy constant heart,

“ Shall break thy Edwin's too."

FABLES

FABLES. By Mr. MOORE.

The NighTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.

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HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose

The lilly, and the blushing rose,
From public view her charms will screen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen ;
This simple truth fhall keep her wise,
" The fairert fruits attract the flies.”

One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,
Contemplating her glitc'ring train,
Cry’d, sure there never was in nature
So elegant, so fine a creature.
All other insects, that I see,
The frugal ant, industrious bee,
Or silk-worm, with contempt I view ;
With all that low, mechanic crew,
Who servilely their lives employ
In business, enemy to joy.
Mean, vulgar herd ! ye are my scorn,
For grandeur only I was born,
Or sure am sprung from race divine,
And plac'd on earth, to live and shine.
Those lights, that sparkle so on high,
Are but the glow-worms of the sky,

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And kings on earth their gems admire,
Because they imitate my fire.

She spoke. Attentive on a spray,
A Nightingale forbore his lay ;
He saw the shining morsel near,
And flew, directed by the glare ;
A while he gaz’d with sober look,
And thus the trembling prey bespoke :

Deluded fool, with pride elate,
Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate :
Less dazzling, long thou might't have lain
Unheeded on the velvet plain:
Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

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HYMEN and DE A TH.

IXTEEN, dy'e fay? nay then 'tis time,

Another year destroy's your prime.
But stay-the settlement ! “ That's made."
Why then’s my simple girl afraid ?
Yet hold a moment, if you can,
And heedfully the fable scan.

The shades were fled, the morning blush'd,
The winds were in their caverns hush'd
When Hymen, pensive and fedate,
Held o'er the fields his musing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood shade,
Death's meagre form the god survey'd;

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