With sudden shock the huge arches rock, When a bright being came like the lightning's flame, His wings were of the raven's plume, With sun-beams his temples were bound, His all-piercing eye none dar'd to descry— They shudder'd, and fell on the ground. On their knees they fell, and their beads they tell, When waving his hand in majestic command, "These wonders dark in silence mark, "Which line Sir Archibald's tomb, "Them awe-struck behold, when by me you are told "They're the symbols of his doom. "Now molten lead is pour'd on his head, "Yet mill-stones grind his heart. "For while on earth, even from his birth, "No Baron so cruel as he ; "But the streams of blood, which he shed like a flood, "Shall now avenged be." As a beam of light, he shot from sight, The tapers went out, as the Arch-Angels shout. Now all was dark, and all was mute, Each cold as a corpse in his shroud, Each luckless wight with out-stretched arms, With terrors deep, too strong for sleep, Watching the morning ray, Each soul that fled, thought his comrades dead, As he bless'd the dawn of day. THE KISS. FIRST when the lips of Lovers meet, As first when lips of lovers lips do meet! P. L. C. AN ANACREONTIC. BY THEOPHILUS SWIFT, ESQ. HASTE thee Cupid, haste away, WAR SONG. BY MISS PEARSON. COME! ye generous, gallant band, Firm as rocks, to meet your foe. Lo! the fiend of France draws nigh! Europe's scourge! he now aspires Thinks he that we fear his power? Death, and scoffing Infamy! All in vain his demon-band Sworn to conquer or to die. Lo! the savage horde arrives. -Now to save your homes, your wives, Hark! he raves, in fury dire; If Guard your country's liberty! you hate the name of slave, Fight, your liberties to save, Win the field, or find a grave, Where freemen may nobly die. EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH. Том, tell you TO A QUACK. us, has treated you ill past example: He's sick-go prescribe-your revenge will be ample. R. A. D. |