"To win me from his tender arms

"Unnumber'd fuitors came,

Who prais'd me for imputed charms, "And felt, or feign'd a flame.

"Each morn the gay fantastic crowd "With richest proffers ftrove;

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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 bloffom opening to the day,
"The dews of heav'n refin'd,
"Could nought of purity display,
"To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the bloffom on the tree,

"With charms inconstant shine;

"Their charms were his, but woe to me, "Their conftancy was mine.

"For ftill I try'd each fickle art,

"Importunate and vain ;

"And while his paffion 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 fecret, where he dy'd.

"But mine the forrow, mine the fault,
"And well my life shall pay ;
"I'll feek the folitude he fought,
"And stretch me where he lay.

"And, there forlorn despairing hid,
"I'll lay me down and die :
""Twas fo for me that Edwin did,

"And fo for him will I.

"Thou shalt not thus," the hermit cry'd,
And clafp'd her to his breast:
The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide;

"Twas Edwin's felf that preft.

Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see,

"Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,

"Reftor'd to love and thee.

"Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

"And ev'ry care refign:

"And fhall we never, never part,

"O thou

my all that's mine."

"No,

"No, never, from this hour to part,

"We'll live and love so true;

"The figh that rends thy conftant heart, "Shall break thy Edwin's too."

FABLES

FABLES.

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By Mr. Moo R E.

The NIGHTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.

HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
The lilly, and the blushing rofe,

From public view her charms will fcreen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen;

This fimple truth shall keep her wise,

"The fairest fruits attract the flies."

One night a glow-worm, proud and vain, Contemplating her glitt'ring train,

Cry'd, fure there never was in nature

So elegant, fo fine a creature.

All other infects, that I fee,

The frugal ant, industrious bee,

Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ;
With all that low, mechanic crew,
Who fervilely their lives employ
In business, enemy to joy.

Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn,
For grandeur only I was born,
Or fure am fprung from race divine,
And plac'd on earth, to live and shine.
Those lights, that sparkle fo on high,
Are but the glow-worms of the fky,

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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 faw the shining morfel 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:
Lefs dazzling, long thou might'st have lain
Unheeded on the velvet plain :

Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

HYMEN and DEATH.

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

SIXTE

Another year deftroys your prime.

But ftay-the fettlement ! "That's made.”
Why then's my fimple girl afraid?

Yet hold a moment, if you can,

And heedfully the fable scan.

The shades were fled, the morning blufh'd,

The winds were in their caverns hush'd
When Hymen, penfive and fedate,

Held o'er the fields his mufing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood shade,
Death's meagre form the god furvey'd ;

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