Great, but ill-omen'd monument of fame,
Nor he surviv'd to give, nor thou to claim.
Swift after him thy social spirit fies,
And close to his, how soon ! thy coffin lies.
Blest pair ! whose union future bards shall tell
In future tongues : each other's boast! farewel.
Farewel! whom join'd in fame, in friendship try'd,
No chance could sever, nor the grave divide.

గాంగాంగాలలో గాంగRDINOంగగోరిగో COLIN AND L U C Y.

By the Same.

F Leinster 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 glossy blue.

III. Ah!

. ITT. . Ah! have you seen a lily pale

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

IV.
By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring swaias

Take heed, ye easy fair ;
Of vengeance due to broken vows,
· Ye flatering fwains, beware!

V.
Three times all in the dead of night,

A bell was heard to ring;
And at her window, shrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

VI.
Full well the love-lorn maiden knew

The folemn-boding sound,
. And thus in dying words bespoke
The virgins weeping round.

VII. " I hear a voice you cannot hear,

s That cries, I must not stay; “ I see a hand you cannot see, " That beckons me away.

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VIII. “ Of

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, “ Nor think him all thy own!

X: " 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;
“ He in his wedding-trim fo gay,
“ I in my winding-sheet.”

XII.
She spake, she dy'd, her corse was borne,

The bridegroom blithe to meet;
He in his wedding-trim so gay,
She in her winding-lheet.

XIII. What

XIII.
What then were Colin's dreadful thoughts;

How were these nuptials kept ?
The bride-men fock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept.

XIV.
Compassion, shame, remorse, despair,

At once his bosom fwell :
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He groan'd, he shook, he fell.

XV.
From the vain bride, a bride no more,

The varying crimson fled ;
When, stretch'd beside her rivals corse,
She saw her lover dead.

XVI.
He to his Lucy's new-made grave,

Convey'd by trembling fwains,
In the same 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 sacred green.
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. XVIII. But

XVIII.
But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art,

This hallow'd ground forbear!
Remember Colin's dreadful fate,

And fear to meet him there.

AN
I MI Τ Α Τ Ι Ο Ν

OF THE
PROPHECY OF NEREU S.

From Horace, Book III. Ode XXV.

Dicam insigne, recens, adhuc

Indićtum ore alio. Non fecus in jugis
Exfomnis stupet Evias,

Hebrum prospiciens, & nive candidam
Thracen, ac pede barbaro

Lustratam Rhodopen. Hor.

By the Same.
A S Mar his round one morning took,
^ (Whom fome call earl, and some call duke)
And his new brethren of the blade,
Shịv'ring with fear and frost, furvey'd,

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