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To snatch a glance, to mark the spot
Where EMMA walk'd and wept.
Oft 'too in Stanemore's wintry waste,
Beneath the moonlight thade, In fighs to pour his soften'd soul,
The midnight mourner stray'd.
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o'ercast;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,
Before the northern blast.
The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,
And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray’rs,
And fruitless forrows shed..
Now homeward as she hopeless went,
The church-yard path along,
The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd
Her lover's fun'ral song,
Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling fancy found
In ev'ry bush his hovering shade,
His groan in every sound,
Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd
The visionary vale,
When lo ! the death-bell (mote her car,
Sad founding in the gale.
Just then she reach'd, with trembling steps,
Her aged mother's door!
He's gone, Me cried, and I muft see
That angel face no more !
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my side:
From her white arm down funk her head,
She shiver'd, figh'd, and died.
'T'Sliktening frar and dumb amazement all :
When to the tartled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive thro' the cloud;
And following flower, in explofion vast,
The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings Aash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds : till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts,
And opens wider ; shutsand opens ftill
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, mangling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.
Guilt hears appalld, with deeply troubled thought
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his Amelia were a matchless pair ;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace ;
The same, distinguish'd by the sex alone :
Her's the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the risen day.
They lov’d: but such their guiltless passion was,
As in the dawn of time inform’d the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
'Twas friendship heighten'd by the mutual wish.
Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, cach was to each a dearer self ;
Supremely happy in th' awaken’d power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing hour,
Or figh'd and look'd unutterable things.
So pass'd, their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled: till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray,
While, with each other blest, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
Heavy with instant fate her bosom heav'd
Unwonted fighs ; and stealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CE LADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek.
In vain assuring love, and confidence
In HEAVEN, repress'd her fear ; it grew, and thook
Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal conflect and as angels look
On dying faints, his eyes compassion fhacd,
With love illumin’d high. “ Fear not,” he said,
“ Sweet innocence ! thou stranger to offence,
And inward storm! He who yon skies involves
" In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
“ With kind regard. O’er thee the secret shaft
That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
6. Of noon, fies harmless; and that very voice,
" Which thunders terror thro' the guilty hear,
“ With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine.
“ 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus
“ To clasp perfection !” From his void embrace
(Mysterious Heaven !) that moment to the ground,
A blacken'd corse, was struck the beautecus maid.
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating lifc,
Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well diffembled mourner ftooping stands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.
OON as young reason dawn'd in Junio's breast,
His father sent him from these genial isies,
To where old Thames with conscious pride surveys
Green Eton, soft abode of every Muse.
Each classic beauty he soon made his own ;
And foon fam'd Ifis saw him woo the nine,
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his songs
For fair Theana was his only theme,
Acasto's daughter, whom in early youth
Ile oft diftinguish'd; and for whom he oft
Had clinb' the bending cocoa's airy height,
To robit of its nectar; which the maid,
When he presented, more nectareous decm'd.
The sweetest sappadillas oft he brought ;
From him more sweet ripe fappadillas seem'd.
Nor had long absence yet effac'd her form
Her charms ftill triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair,
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks ;
Nor knew, till then, sweet Sheen contain'd his all.
His taste mature approv'd his infant choice.
In colour, form, expression, and in grace,
She shone all perfect ; while each pleasing art,
And each soft virtue that the fex adoms,