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Till all the-Daemon makes his full descent'
Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit,
A nymph of Quality admires our Knight,
EDWARD AND EMMA.
FAR in the windings of a vale, ,
Fast by a sheltering wood,
A humble cottage stood.
There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair
Beneath a mother's eye,
To see her blest and die.
The softest blush that nature spreads, ,
Gave colour to her cheek;
When May's sweet mornings break.
the pride of great ones scorn The charmers of the plain; That sun which bids their diamond blaze,.. To deck our lily deigns.
Long had she fir'd each youth with Love,
Each maiden with des'pair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd, ,
Yet knew not she was fair;
'Till Edwin came, the pride of swains^
A soul that knew no art, ^nd from whose eyes serenely mild,
Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual flame was quickly caught,
For neither bosom lodgM a wish
What happy hours of heart-felt bliss.
Did love on both besto.w!
Where fortune proves a foe.
His sister, who like envy formM,
Like her in mischief joy'd To work them harm, with wicked skill
Each darker art employ'd.
The father too, a sordid man,
Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the rock
From whence his riches grew,.
Long had he seen their mutual flame^
Then with a father's frown at last,
In Edwin's gentle heart a war.
His heart which durst not disobey,
Deny'd her sight, he oft behind
To snatch a glance, to mark the spot
Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste*
In sighs to pour his soften'd sou),
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'dj
A deadly pale o'ercast;
Before the northern blast.
The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed, And weary'd Heaven with fruitless pray'rs,.
And fruitless- sorrows shed.
,Tis past he cry'd but if your souls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
What they must ever love. ,
She came, his cold hand softly touch'd,.
And bath'd with many a tear; First falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.
But oh! his sister's jealous, care
(A cruel sister she !) •
Forbade what Emma came to say*,
My Edwin, live for n:e. " ,
Now homeward as she hop? less went,
The church-yard path along, The blast blew cold, the dark owl screamM
Her lover's fun'ral song.
Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling fancy found
His groan hi ev'ry sound.
Alone appall'd thus had she pasa'd
Wheu lo! the death-bell smote her ear,
Just then she reach'd with trembling stepsi
Her aged mother's door:
That angel face no more!
I feel, I feelthis breaking heart
Beat high against my side:
She shirer'd, sigh'd, and died..
Celadon And Amelia
'TIS listening fear and dumb amazement all,
Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought And yet not always on th« guilty head,