He chauntede out his godlie booke, Then-pater noster done, The ghastly hag he sprinkled o'er ; Full well 't is known adown the dale: 40 45 But But tho' this lernede clerke did well; With grieved heart, alas! I tell, She left this curse behind : That Wokey-nymphs forsaken quite, 50 Should find no leman kind. For lo! even, as the fiend did say, 55 The sex have found it to this day, That men are wondrous scant: Here's beauty, wit, and sense combin'd, Yet hardly one gallant. Shall then sich maids unpitied moane? As thus forsaken dwell. Since Glaston now can boast no clerks ; And, oh! revoke the spell. Yet stay-nor thus despond, ye fair; I hear the gracious voice: 60 65 70 XV. BRYAN XV. BRYAN AND PEREENE, A WEST-INDIAN BALLAD, is founded on a real fact, that happened in the island of St. Christophers about the beginning of the present reign. The editor owes the following stanzas to the friendship of Dr. JAMES GRAINGER*, who was an eminent physician in that island when this tragical incident happened, and died there much honoured and lamented in 1767. To this ingenious gentleman the public are indebted for the fine ODE ON SOLITUDE, printed in the ivth vol. of Dodsley's Miscel. p. 229, in which are assembled some of the sublimest images in nature. The reader will pardon the insertion of the first stanza here, for the sake of rectifying the two last lines, which were thus given by the author: O Solitude, romantic maid, Whether by nodding towers you tread, Tadmor's marble wastes survey, &c. alluding to the account of Palmyra published by some late ingenious travellers, and the manner in which they were struck at the first sight of those magnificent ruins by break of day t Author of a poem on the Culture of the SUGAR-CANE, &C. published by Messrs. Wood and Dawkins. So in pag. 235. it should be, Turn'd her magic ray. THE north-east wind did briskly blow, The ship was safely moor'd; Young Bryan thought the boat's-crew slow, Pereene, the pride of Indian dames, And whoso his impatience blames, A long long year, one month and day, He dwelt on English land, Nor once in thought or deed would stray, Tho' ladies sought his hand. 10 Like tendrils of the vine; Her cheeks red dewy rose buds deck, Her eyes like diamonds shine. VOL. I. 2 A Soon Soon as his well-known ship she spied, And to the palmy shore she hied, All in her best array. In sea-green silk so neatly clad, She there impatient stood; The crew with wonder saw the lad Repell the foaming flood. Her hands a handkerchief display'd, Which he at parting gave; Her fair companions one and all, For now her lover swam in call, And almost touch'd the land. Then through the white surf did she haste, To clasp her lovely swain ; When, ah! a shark bit through his waste : His heart's blood dy'd the main ! He shriek'd! his half sprang from the wave, Streaming with purple gore, And soon it found a living grave, And ah! was seen no more. 40 45 Now |