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“ Unnumber'd suitors came, * Who prais’d me for imputed charms,
“ And felt, or feign'd a flame.
$ Each morn
" 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, 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. By Mr. MOORE.
The NighTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.
HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
The lilly, and the blushing rose,
One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,
And kings on earth their gems admire,
She spoke. Attentive on a spray,
Deluded fool, with pride elate,
HYMEN and DE A TH.
IXTEEN, dy'e fay? nay then 'tis time,
Another year destroy's your prime.
The shades were fled, the morning blush'd,