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Poetry.
And torn , by Fate ' s decree severe , From those my tortur'd soul held dear ; Of all thcjoys ' oflive bereft , And not a ray of comfort left ; Willi unavailing grief I mourn , Fori shall never home return ! Would I were number'd with the dead , Since . Hope is now forever fled :
My sleepless' nights are spent in sighs , The dews of sorrow dim my eyes , And when the tintsofmorning glow-, They bring but renovated woe . Alas ! it nought avails to mourn , For I shall never home return ! Perhaps even now , forlorn , distress'd , The much lov'd mistress of breast
my , May view with anxious eyes the main , And weep for me , but weep in vain . Long may she wander on the shore , And hear the winds and waters roar ; And long in silent anguish mourn , Fori shall never home return ! ALFilED .
MARY QUEEN . OF SCOTS . DOVE , o'er thy ampler wave projecting shine [ with sighs Those ivy-mantled towers ;* towers once Sadden'd of captive Mary , jocund once With minstrelsyubenLancastercoiiven'd
, The throng of Barons in his festive hall . . Stretch'd in her cell , with pallid cheek , the Oueen , [ eyes , AndTears fast dropping from her beamless Wore the long months of grief . With anguish faint . If ever thefresh gale she sought to breathe , The sullen portal thundering as it clos'd
, The huge portcullis rushing from above , The frowning battlement , and guarded wall , Prescribed her limits . Through the stony chink , Wont on the near aprroaching foe to pour The arrowy storm , on these wild banks she gaz'd ; While Fancy , minister of woe , with hand Officious
, to her view presented still Gay troops of forest deer , unprison'd airs Inhaling , and , as frolic spori inspir'd , Bounding unfetter'd . To new dungeon tost From dungeon , her unpityi- g rival's ear With fruitless prayer she " plied . ' The cold excuse , The tauntthe studied silence of lect
, neg , Silence , than cold evasion and than taunt More keen , she bore : yet dreams of brighter hours [ in vain , Still cherish'd , and still hop'd , but liop'd To burst the chains which envious hate had twin'd ;
Till freedom on the sable scaffold ' s height Stood hand in hand with all-subduing death , To end her bondage . EPITAPH OS A FRIEND .
BY E . S . J . AUTHOII OF WILLIAM AND ELI . E . T . TREAD softly o ' er this hallow'd ground , Pale Sorrow ' s child lies here ; ¦ Ye who have felt Misfortune ' s frowns Here pause , aud drop a tear ; And who ht but pleasures court
ye , noug , And bask in Fortune's ray , Here , learn how vain are earthly joys , I ^ o \ v * soon they fadeaway . Here , sleeps in peace , who often felt Compassion ' s kindly flame ; Oft dropt a tear at Piiy ' s shrine , — A shade without a name .
A GIPSY'S SONG . BY THE SAME . AE night , desponding o ' er a moor , When drizzling dews hung on the bow'r , Melane I took my pensive way , Without a hope encheering
ray ; I sudden spy'd a blinking light , Which trembled to the dreary night : ' I hied me to the place , to see If aught that human there might be ; And soon 1 heard a soothing song , Sweet warbling from a Gipsy ' s tongue ; Where in a kiln they sat carousing , Their asses round about them browsing
; A blanket served for a door , And kept thern from the tempest ' s stour : I pull'ri it by , and there were they , A lilting , singing , blithe and gay ; Ane a making supper ready , Ane a clouting claes sae duddy ; And some a ciatt'ring round the . fire , And ithers list ' i . ing to the Sire ;
Wha tauld tiie art in time o' need ; And what to say to beg for bread , Anither learning magic stuff , Token ane's fortunes by the iuffe ; Hut ane , wha pleas'd me best of a ' , Wha bore the gree fnie 'niang them a ' , She sat wi' sw \ -et simplicity , And Sang wi' great felicity " ; And
loosely wav'd her raven hair , In beauty far beyond compare ; Her lips were like the rose new blown , Hung with the dulcet dews of morn ; Her sparkling eyes my fancies fed , Like Lie modest Ally's head ; Still lookiig down , and nodding too , And quiv'ring with the glisi ' ning dew . Thou sweet dispeilerof desj-itjr , Thy voice still trembles in my ear J
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
And torn , by Fate ' s decree severe , From those my tortur'd soul held dear ; Of all thcjoys ' oflive bereft , And not a ray of comfort left ; Willi unavailing grief I mourn , Fori shall never home return ! Would I were number'd with the dead , Since . Hope is now forever fled :
My sleepless' nights are spent in sighs , The dews of sorrow dim my eyes , And when the tintsofmorning glow-, They bring but renovated woe . Alas ! it nought avails to mourn , For I shall never home return ! Perhaps even now , forlorn , distress'd , The much lov'd mistress of breast
my , May view with anxious eyes the main , And weep for me , but weep in vain . Long may she wander on the shore , And hear the winds and waters roar ; And long in silent anguish mourn , Fori shall never home return ! ALFilED .
MARY QUEEN . OF SCOTS . DOVE , o'er thy ampler wave projecting shine [ with sighs Those ivy-mantled towers ;* towers once Sadden'd of captive Mary , jocund once With minstrelsyubenLancastercoiiven'd
, The throng of Barons in his festive hall . . Stretch'd in her cell , with pallid cheek , the Oueen , [ eyes , AndTears fast dropping from her beamless Wore the long months of grief . With anguish faint . If ever thefresh gale she sought to breathe , The sullen portal thundering as it clos'd
, The huge portcullis rushing from above , The frowning battlement , and guarded wall , Prescribed her limits . Through the stony chink , Wont on the near aprroaching foe to pour The arrowy storm , on these wild banks she gaz'd ; While Fancy , minister of woe , with hand Officious
, to her view presented still Gay troops of forest deer , unprison'd airs Inhaling , and , as frolic spori inspir'd , Bounding unfetter'd . To new dungeon tost From dungeon , her unpityi- g rival's ear With fruitless prayer she " plied . ' The cold excuse , The tauntthe studied silence of lect
, neg , Silence , than cold evasion and than taunt More keen , she bore : yet dreams of brighter hours [ in vain , Still cherish'd , and still hop'd , but liop'd To burst the chains which envious hate had twin'd ;
Till freedom on the sable scaffold ' s height Stood hand in hand with all-subduing death , To end her bondage . EPITAPH OS A FRIEND .
BY E . S . J . AUTHOII OF WILLIAM AND ELI . E . T . TREAD softly o ' er this hallow'd ground , Pale Sorrow ' s child lies here ; ¦ Ye who have felt Misfortune ' s frowns Here pause , aud drop a tear ; And who ht but pleasures court
ye , noug , And bask in Fortune's ray , Here , learn how vain are earthly joys , I ^ o \ v * soon they fadeaway . Here , sleeps in peace , who often felt Compassion ' s kindly flame ; Oft dropt a tear at Piiy ' s shrine , — A shade without a name .
A GIPSY'S SONG . BY THE SAME . AE night , desponding o ' er a moor , When drizzling dews hung on the bow'r , Melane I took my pensive way , Without a hope encheering
ray ; I sudden spy'd a blinking light , Which trembled to the dreary night : ' I hied me to the place , to see If aught that human there might be ; And soon 1 heard a soothing song , Sweet warbling from a Gipsy ' s tongue ; Where in a kiln they sat carousing , Their asses round about them browsing
; A blanket served for a door , And kept thern from the tempest ' s stour : I pull'ri it by , and there were they , A lilting , singing , blithe and gay ; Ane a making supper ready , Ane a clouting claes sae duddy ; And some a ciatt'ring round the . fire , And ithers list ' i . ing to the Sire ;
Wha tauld tiie art in time o' need ; And what to say to beg for bread , Anither learning magic stuff , Token ane's fortunes by the iuffe ; Hut ane , wha pleas'd me best of a ' , Wha bore the gree fnie 'niang them a ' , She sat wi' sw \ -et simplicity , And Sang wi' great felicity " ; And
loosely wav'd her raven hair , In beauty far beyond compare ; Her lips were like the rose new blown , Hung with the dulcet dews of morn ; Her sparkling eyes my fancies fed , Like Lie modest Ally's head ; Still lookiig down , and nodding too , And quiv'ring with the glisi ' ning dew . Thou sweet dispeilerof desj-itjr , Thy voice still trembles in my ear J