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** For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
"And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush
The bashsul guest betray'd.
He sees unnumber'd beauties rife,
Expanding to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
Her looks, her lips, her panting breast,
Alternate fpre"ad alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
And, " Ah! forgive a stranger rude,
"A wretch forlorn," she cry'd; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
"Where heav'n and you reside.
** But let a maid thy pity share,
"Whom love has taught to stray: "Who seeks for rest, but sinds despair
"Companion of her way.
"My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
"A wealthy lord was he;
"And all his wealth was mark'd as mine;
"He had but only me.
"To win me from his tender arms
"Unnumber'd suitors came, t' Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
"And felt, or feign'd a flame.
'* Each morn the gay fantastic crowd "With richest proffers strove;
"Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, "But never talk'd of love.
"In humble, simplest habit cladj "No wealth nor power had he;
"A constant heart was all he had, "But that was all to me.
"The blossom opening to the day, "The rlews of heav'n resin'd,
"Could nought of purity display, "To emulate his mind.
"The dew, the blossom on the tree, "With charms inconstant shine;
"Their charms were his, but woe to me, "Their constancy was mine.
"For still I try'd each sickle art,
"Importunate and vain; '' And while his passion touch'd my heart,
"I triumph'd in his pain.
." 'Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
"He left me to my pride; "And sought a solitude forlorn,
"In secret, where he dy'd.
"But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
"And well my life shall pay; ** I'll seek the solitude he sought,
"And stretch me where he lay.
"And, there forlorn despairing hid,
"I'll lay me down and die: "'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
"And so for him will I.
"Thou shalt not thus," the hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast:
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.
'" Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
"My charmer, turn to see, ■* Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
"Restor'd to love and thee.
"Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
"And ev'ry care resign: "And shall we never, never part,
"O thou——my all that's mine."
"No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love so true;
"The sigh that rends thy constant heart, "Shall break thy Edwin's too."
FABLES. By Mr. M o o * £.
The Nightingale and Glow-woim.
TH E prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,