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Twas there of juft and good he reason'd Arong,
Clear'd some great truth, or rais'd some serious fong;
There patient show'd us the wise course to steer,
A candid censor and a friend sincere ;
There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

Thou hill, whofe brow the antique structures grace,
Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race,
Why, once so lov'd, when-e'er thy bower appears,
O’er my dim eye-balls glance the sudden tears!
How sweet werè once thy prospects fresh and fair,
Thy floping walks and unpolluted air !
How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees,
Thy noon-tide shadow, and the evening breeze !
His image thy forsaken bowers restore;
Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more ;
No more the summer in thy glooms allay'd,
Thy evening breezes, and thy noon-day shade.

From other ills, however fortune frown'd,
Some refuge in the Mufe's art I found;

luctant now I touch the trembling string,
Bereft of him, who taught me how to fing;
And these fad accents, murmur'd o'er his urn,
Betray that absence they attempt to mourn.
Oh! must I then (now fresh my bosom bleeds,
And Craggs in death to Addison fucceeds)
The verse, begun to one lof friend prolong,
And weep a second in th' unfinish'd fong!



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These words divine, which, on his death-bed laid, To thee, O Craggs, th' expiring sage convey'd, Greai, but ill-omen'd monýment of fame, Nor he surviv'd to give, nor thou to claim. Swift after him thy focial fpirit flies, And clofe to his, how foon ! thy coffin lies. Blest pair! whofe union future bards shall tell In future tongues : each other's boast! farewel. Farewel! whom join'd in fame, in friendfhip try'd, No chance could fever, nor the grave




By the Same.

O ,

F Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair,

Bright Lucy was the grace ;
Nor c'er did Liffy's limpid fiream
Reflect a fairer face;

"Till luckless love and pining care

Impair’d her rosy hue,
Her dainty lip, her damask cheek,
And eyes of gloffy blue.

III. Ah!

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Ah! have you seen a lily pale

When beating rains descend ?
So droop'd this flow-consuming maid,
Her life now near its end.

By Lucy warn'd, of fatt'ring swains

Take heed, ye easy fair ;
Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Ye flatt'ring fwains beware!

Three times all in the dead of night,

A bell was heard to ring ; :
And at her window shrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

Full well the love-lorn maiden knew

The folemn boding found,
And thus in dying words bespake
The virgins weeping round,

VII. • I hear a voice you cannot hear,

“ That cries, I must not stay: “ I see a hand you cannot fee,

o That beckons me away.

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VIII. « Of

VIII. “ Of a false swain and broken heart,

“ In early youth I die; “ Am I to blame, because the bride 06 Is twice as rich as I?

IX. '** Ah, COLIN, give not her thy vows,

« Vows due to me alone! " Nor thou, rash girl, receive his kiss, “ Nor think him all thy own!

X. « To-morrow in the church to wed

“ Impatient both prepare : “ But know, false man, and know, fond maid, “ Poor Lucy will be there.

XI. « Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear,

“ The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
• He in his wedding-trim so gay,
“ I in my winding sheet.”

She fpake, she dy'd, her corse was borne,

The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
He in his wedding trim so gay,

She in her winding sheet.

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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.

Compassion, fhame, remorse, despair,

At once his bosom swell :
*The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He groan’d, he shook, he fell.

From the vain bride, a bride no more,

The varying crimson filed;
When, ftretch'd beside her rival's corse,
She saw her lover dead.

He to his Lucy's new-made

Convey'd by trembling swains,
In the same mould, beneath one fod.
For-eyer now remains.

Oft at this place the constant hind

And plighted maid are seen;
With garlands gay, and true love knots

They deck the sacred green.


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