Great, but ill-omen'd monument of fame,
Nor he furviv'd to give, nor thou to claim.
Swift after him thy focial spirit flies,

And close to his, how foon! thy coffin lies.
Bleft pair! whofe union future bards fhall tell
In future tongues: each other's boast! farewel.
Farewel! whom join'd in fame, in friendship try'd,
No chance could fever, nor the

grave

divide.

Ο

F Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;

Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream

Reflect a fairer face;

II.

'Till luckless love and pining care

Impair'd her rofy hue,

Her dainty lip, her damask cheek,

And eyes of gloffy blue.

III. Ah!

III.

Ah! have you feen a lily pale

When beating rains descend?
So droop'd this flow-confuming maid,
Her life now near its end.

IV.

By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring fwains
Take heed, ye easy fair;

Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Ye flatt'ring fwains, beware!

V.

Three times all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;

And at her window, fhrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.
VI.

Full well the love-lorn maiden knew

The folemn-boding found,

And thus in dying words bespoke

The virgins weeping round.
VII.

"I hear a voice you cannot hear,

"That cries, I must not stay;

"I fee a hand you cannot fee,

"That beckons me away.
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VIII. "Of

VIII.

"Of a falfe fwain, 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, "Nor think him all thy own!

"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;

"He in his wedding-trim fo gay,

"I in my winding-sheet."

XII.

She spake, the dy'd, her corfe was borne,

The bridegroom blithe to meet;

He in his wedding-trim fo gay,

She in her winding-sheet.

XIII. What

XIII.

What, then were COLIN's dreadful thoughts;
How were these nuptials kept?

The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,

And all the village wept.
XIV.

Compaffion, fhame, remorfe, despair,
At once his bofom fwell:

The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He groan'd, he fhook, he fell.
XV.

From the vain bride, a bride no more,
The varying crimson fled;

When, ftretch'd beside her rival's corse,

She faw her lover dead.

XVI.

He to his Lucy's new-made grave,

Convey'd by trembling swains,

In the fame mould, beneath one fod,

For-ever now remains.

XVII.

Oft at this place the constant hind

And plighted maid are seen;

With garlands gay, and true-love knots

They deck the facred green.

XVIII.

But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd ground forbear!
Remember COLIN's dreadful fate,

And fear to meet him there.

ΑΝ

IMITATION

OF THE

PROPHECY OF NEREUS.

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From HORACE, Book III. Ode XXV.

Dicam infigne, recens, adhuc

Indictum ore alio. Non fecus in jugis
Exfomnis ftupet Evias,

Hebrum profpiciens, & nive candidam

Thracen, ac pede barbaro

Luftratam Rhodopen.HOR.

By the Same.

S Mar his round one morning took,

(Whom fome call earl, and fome call duke)

And his new brethren of the blade,

Shiv'ring with fear and frost, furvey'd,

On