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No outward Signs their deepest Thoughts dif
guise, For their dark Souls glare dreadful thro' their
Eyes. To hide their naked Charms the Virgins strove, And their Shrieks echo'd thro' the plaintive
Grove. The boding Cries Carvilior's Ears invade, Who pensive lay beneath a distant Shade; He knew the much lov'd Voice, and from the
Ground Starting, he trembled at the well-known
Sound; His Bow, and Quiver, o'er his Arms he threw, And, wing'd with Love, swift as the Winds
he flew. Soon on the Bank he stood, a new Surprize! For poor Matilda scarce believ'd her Eyes. . Desist, he cry'd aloud, nor touch the Fair; An unexpected Foe demands your Care. Then to the Head he drew the barbed Dart, And found a Passage to a Traytor's Heart ; The Villain prostrate on the Ground he laid, A breathless Victim to the virtuous Maid. To fhun his Fate by Flight the second strove, And sought for Refuge in the shady Grove. The Prince pursues fast as the Wretch can fly, Resolv'd his Vengeance to compleat, or die. Mean-while the Damsels to the Shade repair, Studious to dress, and to relieve, the Fair;
With her they Prince Carvilior's Fate deplore,
Quick to his Breast he clafp'd the love-fick
In filent Raptures they their Joys reveal,
Soon as the good old King the Story hears,
To future Ages might be handed down,
SNAITH MARS H.
A Yorkshire Pastoral.
Oung Robin of the Plain, 'erst * blitheft
* An old Word fignifying Time past.
Who whistling drove the smoking Teem along,
thus doleful 'gan he
Fed on the sweetest Grass which here rife *
grew, Common to all, nor Fence, nor Landmark
knew, Whose Aow'ry Turf no crooked Share had
raz’d, Nor wide destroying Scythe its Green effac’d. But now, ah! now, it stoops, sad feet + I
ween, # In mony a Row, with Rails suspended 'tween. Wae warth 5 the Day, when tic'd sure by
old Nick, All to grow rich at once, like Neighbour Dick, To Town I high'd, and on a luckless Fair, For Cattle here to graze, war'd || all my
Gear, And boldly ventur'd at one Cast to buy, A deft ** fine breading Mear it, and newted
Whye 11, Ten Ewes, a Tup $$, and more, a Flock of ,
Geese, All which I thought would here so fast increafe, That tho’they'd coft me all my worldly Store, I rekenn'd soon to gain as mickle more, But now Snaith Marsh's taid ||||, and all my
Gain blown o'er.
* Plentiful, † Sight. I Think or conceive. § A Phrase. | Laid out. Riches, ** Lively or nimble.
tt Mare. 11 New calv'd young Cow. $$ A Ram. II Took.