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Great, but ill-omen'd monument of fame,
Bright Lucy was the grace ;
Impair’d her rosy hue,
And eyes of glossy blue.
When beating rains descend?
Take heed, ye eafy fair ;
Ye fatt'ring swains, beware!
Three times all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
The raven Aap'd his wing.
Full well the love-lorn maiden knew
The solemn-boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round.
VII. " I hear a voice you cannot hear,
5. That cries, I must not stay; “ I see a hand you cannot see, “ That beckons' me away.
VIII. « Of a false swain, and broken heart,
“ In early youth I die; “ Am I to blame, because the bride
" Is twice as rich as I ? .
IX. “ Ah, Colin, give not her thy vows,
« Vows due to me alone ! “ Nor thou, rash girl, receive his kiss, .6 Nor think him all thy own!
wach to wed “ To-morrow in the church to wed
“ Impatient both prepare : “ But know, false man, and know, fond maid, " Poor Lucy will be there.
XI. “ Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear,
« The bridegroom blithe to meet ; *
The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
How were these nuptials kept?
: :: XIV.
At once his bosom fwell :
The varying crimson filed;
Convey'd by trembling fwains,
And plighted 'maid are seen;
· XVIII. But
This hallow'd ground forbear!
And fear to meet him there.
From Horace, Book III. Ode XXV.
Dicam insigne, recens, adhuc
Indićtum ore alio. Non fecus in jugis
Hebrum prospiciens, & nive candidam
Lustratam Rhodopen. Hor.
By the Same.