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Ρ Ο Ε Μ S
IN FOUR VOLUMES.
SE V ER AL HAND S.
For J. DODSLEY, in Pall - Mall.
pela Taylor del et veulp
MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS:
By WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE:
Quod tibi vitæ fors detraxit,
And gently stir the bosom of the lake : The fawns, that panting in the covert lay,
Now thro' the bloomy park their revels take.
The wood glows yellow'd by the evening rays ;
But ah! what means this filence in the grove,
Where oft the wild-notes footh'd the love-lick boy? Why cease in Mary's bower the songs of Love,
The songs of Love, of Innocence, and Joy?
When bright the lake reflects the setting ray,
The sportive virgins tread the flowery green; Here by the moon, full oft in chearful May,
The merry bride-maids at the dance are seen.
But who these Nymphs that thro' the copre appear
In robes of white adorn'd with violet blue? Fondly with purple flowers they deck yon bier,
And wave in solen pomp the boughs of yew.
Supreme in grief, her eye confus'd with woe,
Appears the Lady of th' aërial train, Tall as the sylvan Goddess of the bow,
And fair as the who wept Adonis flain.
Such was the pomp when Gilead's virgin band,
Wandering by Judah's flowery mountains, wept, And with fair Iphis by the hallowed strand
Of Siloe's brook a mournful fabbath kept.
By the resplendent cross with thistles twin'd,
'Tis Mary's Guardian Genius lost in woe: * Ah say, what deepest wrongs have thus combin'd
“ To heave with restless fighs thy breast of snow !