In the fame mould, beneath one fod,
Forever now remains.
Oft, at this place, the conftant hind,
And plighted maid, are feen;
With garlands gay, and true-love knots,
They deck the facred green.
But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd ground forbear;
Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him there.
EDWIN and
AR in the windings of a vale,
Faft by a fheltering wood,
The fafe retreat of health and peace,
A humble cottage stood.
There beauteous EMMA flourish'd fair
Beneath a mother's eye,
Whofe only wifh on earth was now
To fee her bleft, and die.
The fofteft blufh that nature fpreads
Gave colour to her cheek;
Such orient colour fmiles thro' heav'n
When May's fweet mornings break.
Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn
This charmer of the plain;
That fun which bids their diamond blaze,
To deck our lily deigns.
Long had fhe fir'd each youth with love,
Each maiden with defpair;
And tho' by all a wonder own'd,
Yet knew not she was fair;
Till EDWIN came, the pride of fwains,
A foul that knew no art,
And from whofe eyes ferenely mild,
Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual flame was quickly caught,
Was quickly too reveal'd;
For neither bofom lodg'd a wifh,
Which virtue keeps conceal'd.
What happy hours of heart-felt blifs,
Did love on both bestow!
But blifs too mighty long to laft,
Where fortune proves a foe.
His fifter, who like envy form'd,
Like her in mifchief joy'd,
To work them harm, with wicked skill
Each darker art employ'd.
The father too, a fordid man,
Who love nor pity knew,
Was all unfeeling as the rock
From whence his riches grew.
Long had he seen their mutual flame,
And feen it long unmov'd;
Then with a father's frown at laft,
He fternly disapprov❜d.
In EDWIN'S gentle heart a war,
Of differing paffions ftrove;
His heart which durft not difobey,
Yet could not cease to love.
Deny'd her fight, he oft behind
The fpreading hawthorn crept,
To fnatch a glance, to mark the spot
Where EMMA walk'd and wept.
Oft too in Stanmore's wintry wafte,
Beneath the moonlight fhade,
In fighs to pour his foften'd foul
The midnight mourner ftray'd..
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o'ercaft;
So fades the fresh rofe in its prime,
Before the northern blaft.
The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,
And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs,
And fruitless forrows shed.
Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let thefe dim eyes once more behold
What they muft ever love.
She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear;
Faft falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.
But oh! his fifter's jealous care
(A cruel fifter fhe!)
Forbad what EMMA came to fay,
My EDWIN, live for me.
Now homeward as the hopeless went,
The church-yard path along,
The blaft blew cold, the dark owl fcream'd
Her lover's fun'ral fong.
Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her ftartling fancy found
In ev'ry bufh his hovering fhade,
His groan in every found.
Alone, appall'd, thus had fhe pass'd
The vifionary vale,
When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear,
Sad founding in the gale.
Juft then she reach'd, with trembling fteps,
Her aged mother's door;
He's gone, the cry'd, and I fhall fee
That angel face no more.
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my fide:
From her white arm down funk her head,
She fhiver'd, figh'd, and died.
TIS liftening fear, and dumb amazement all:
When to the ftartled eye the fudden glance
Appears far fouth, eruptive thro' the cloud;
And following flower, in explofion vast,
The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first, heard folemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempeft growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flafh a larger curve, and more
The noise aftounds: till over head a fheet
Of livid frame difclofes wide; then fhuts,
And opens wider; fhuts and opens ftill.
Expanfive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loofen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.
Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought,
And yet not always on the guilty head
Defcends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchlefs pair;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace,
The fame, diftinguifh'd by their fex alone:
Hers the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the rifen day.
They lov'd: but fuch their guileless paffion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
'Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wifh,
Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer felf;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the fhades,
Still in harmonious intercourfe they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.
So pafs'd their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled: till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray'd,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden fmile around.
Heavy with inftant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs, and ftealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her diforder'd cheek.
In vain affuring love, and confidence
In heav'n, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and fhook
Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd
Th' unequal conflict, and as angels look
On dying faints, his eyes compaffion fhed,
With love illumin'd high." Fear not, he faid,
"Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence,
"And inward ftorm! He, who yon fkies involves
"In frowns of darkness, ever fmiles on thee
"With kind regard. O'er thee the fecret fhaft
"That waftes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
"Of noon, flies harmlefs and that very voice,
"Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart,
"With tongues of feraphs whifpers peace to thine.
"'Tis fafety to be near thee fure, and thus
"To clafp perfection!" From his void embrace,
(Myfterious heaven!) that moment, to the ground,
A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover, as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating life,
Speechlefs, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
So, faint refemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well-diffembled mourner ftooping ftands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.
OON as young reafon dawn'd in Junio's breaft,
His father fent him from thefe genial ifles,
To where old Thames with confcious pride furveys
Green Eton, foft abode of every mufe.
Each claffic beauty foon he made his own;
And foon fam'd Ifis faw him woo the Nine,
On her infpiring banks: Love tun'd his fong;
For fair Theana was his only theme,
Acafto's daughter, whom, in early youth
He oft diftinguith'd; and for whom he ofte
Had climb'd the bending cocoa's airy height,
To rob it of its nectar; which the maid,
When he prefented, more nectareous deem'd.-
The fweeteft fappadillas oft he brought;
From him more fweet ripe fappadillas feem'd..
Nor had long abfence yet effac'd her form;
Her charms ftill triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair.
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks;
Nor knew, till then, fweet Sheen contain'd his all.
His tafte mature approv'd his infant choice.
In colour, form, expreffion, and in grace,
She fhone all perfect; while each pleafing art,
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