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No, Aly me, Ay me, far as Pole from Pole;
Rise Alps between us ! and whole Oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one Pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy Oaths I quit, thy Memory resign ;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair Eyes, and tempting Looks (which yet I

view !)
Long lov’d, ador'd Ideas, all adieu !
O Grace serene ! Oh Virtue heav'nly Fair !
Divine Oblivion of low-thoughted Care !
Fresh blooming Hope, gay Daughter of the Sky!
And Faith, our early Immortality !
Enter, each mild, each amicable Guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal Rest!

See in her Cell fad Eloïsa spread,
Propt on some Tomb, a Neighbour of the dead!
In each low Wind methinks a Spirit calls,
And more than Echoes talk along the Walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying Lamps around,
From yonder Shrine I heard a hollow Sound.
• Come, Sister, come! (it said, or seem'd to say)
• Thy Place is here, sad Sister, come away!
« Once like thyself, I trembled, wept and pray’d,
• Love's Victim then, tho' now a sainted Maid:
« But all is calm in this eternal Sleep;

Here Grief forgets to groan, and Love to weep, « Ev’n Superstition loses ev'ry Fear : For God, not Man, absolves our Frailties • here.'

I come, I come! prepare your roseate Bow'rs, , Celestial Palms, and ever-blooming Flow'rs, Thither, where Sinners may have rest, I go, Where Flames refin'd in Breasts seraphic glow: Thou, Abelard ! the last fad Office pay, And smooth my Passage to the Realms of Day; See my Lips tremble, and my Eyeballs roll, Suck my last Breath, and catch my fying Soul ! Ah no-in sacred Vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd Taper trembling in thy Hand, Present the Cross before my lifted Eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once lov’d Eloisa see! It will be then no Crime to gaze on me. See from my Cheek the transient Rofes fly! See the last Sparkle languish in my Eye! 'Till ev'ry Motion, Pulse, and Breath be o'er; And ev’n my Abelard belov'd no more. O Death all-eloquent ! you only prove What Dust we doat on,when’tis Man we love, Then too, when Fate shall thy fair Frame

destroy, (That Cause of all my Guilt, and all my Joy) In Trance extatic may thy Pangs be drown’d, Bright Clouds descend, and Angels watch thee

round, From openingSkies may streamingGlories shine, And Saints embrace thee with a Love like mine.

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May * one kind Grave unite each hapless

Name,
And graft my Love immortal on thy Fame !
Then, Ages hence, when all my Woes are o'er,
When this Rebellious Heart shall beat no more;
If ever Chance two wand'ring Lovers brings
To Paraclete's white Walls and silver Springs,
O’er the paleMarble shall they join their Heads,
And drink the falling Tear each other sheds;
Then sadly fay, with mutual Pity mov'd,
«Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!'
From the full Choir when loud Hosanna's rise,
And swell the Pomp of dreadful Sacrifice;
Amid that Scene, if some relenting Eye
Glance on the Stone where our cold Relicks lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a Thought fromHeav'n,
One human Tear shall drop, and be forgiv'n.
And sure if Fare some future Bard shall join
In fad Similitude of Griefs to mine,
Condemnd whole Years in Absence to deplore,
And image Charms he must behold no more ;
Such if there be, who loves fo.long, so well ;
Let him our fad, our tender Story tell ;
The well-sung Woes will sooth my pensive

Ghost;

He best can paint 'em who shall feel 'em most.

* Abelard and Eloisa were interred in the fame Grave, or.in Monuments adjoining, in the Monastery of the Paraclete : He died in the Year 1142, she in 1163.

CORESUS

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CORESUS and CALLIRRHOE,

A TALE.

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Ttend, ye Fair, and learn what Pains await

Relentless Beauty, and the Virgin's Hate, Tho' long the Lover, worn with anxious Care, Unpity'd figh, and urge a fruitless Prayer ; Yet stung with late Remorse the Nymph shall

prove, And mourn the dire Effects of injur'd Love.

Where wide outstretch'd the spacious * Patras

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lay,

To Phoebus sacred, God of Health and Day,
Coresus liv’d, Coresus full of Truth,
The Pride and Envy of the Grecian Youth.
Priest of the laurell d Deity, he serv'd
The Fane, nor from his Charge, incurious,

fwery'd.
Comely, and fraught with ev'ry winning Grace,
He seem'd himself the Patron of the Place.
At length a softer God his Soul possess’d,
And all the Wanton revell'd in his Breast :
Callirrhoe's winning Charms new Warmth irr-

spire,
Glow in his Heart, and kindle fierce Defire.

* A City in Greece,

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Fairest Attractive of the fairer Kind,
But cold, as nourish'd by the Mountain Hind:
With Vows and Tears he told his tender Tale,
Nor pressing Vows, nor flowing Tears avail ;
With haughty Airshe mock'd his am'rous Grief,
Nor deign'd a distant Prospect of Relief.
With Scorn rejected, soon he strove to tame
Th’imperious Guest, and quench the rising

Flame :
Luckless Attempt! unequal in the Strife,
He found it rooted, and a part of Life.
With Wishes pure, he woo'd her to his Side,
No loose Companion, but a spotless Bride.
But vain were all his Measures ; ill-advis'd
She deem'd intreating Friends, and Wealth de-

spis’d.
Thus, 'midst the Horrors of the Tyrrhene Deep,
While circling Winds around her Bosom sweep,
While Waves on Waves fucceeding lend their

Aid,
And rising, with united Force invade,
Unmov’d, the barb'rous Scylla rears her Head,
Proud in her Strength, and stands the Pilot's

Dread.
With wakeful Pains and hopeless Paffionspent,
Enquiring, to the golden Shrine he went ;
Around the Temple as his Footsteps roam,
Indignant Murmurs fill the folemn Dome;
Dear to his God, yet no Return ensu’d,
No wish'd Return indulg'd the Vow renew'd.

Now

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