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My thoughts could bear no more, the vision fled,
Hope all,' thou fay'ft, ' I live, and still am free ;'
But, that I know too well thy gen'rous heart,
Once more, O come! and snatch me to thy arms !
O pleasing intercourse of foul with foul !
MR. NASH'S PICTURE
AT FULL LENGTH, BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC
NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.
BY MR. JERNINGHAM,
decrease : By duty prompted, Amabella crown'd His silver forehead with the wreath of
HARisroddy health with length of years decrease :
By partial Nature fram'd in Beauty's mould,
Adorn’d with every grace, unspoil'd by art, To Friendship's circle still did she unfold
The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart,
Endear'd to all Me met, each welcome day,
By Fortune's hand, with various blessings fraught : When, lo! her gaiety's accustom'd ray
Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought,
• The subject of this poem is founded on a circumstance that happened dusing the late war. A young lady, not meeting with the concurrence of her relations in favour of an officer for whom she expressed her regard, was prevailed upon, by his solicitations, to consent to a clandestine marriage, which took place on the day he set out to join his regiment abroad, where he was unfortunately killed in an engagement.
What fix'd the bosom-thorn, affli&tion knows,
Where Peace fat brooding as the gentle dove; What blasted on her cheek the summer rose,
Or flow disease, or unsuccessful love,
Remain'd unknown. 'Twas by the many guess’d,
That love to her soft vows had prov'd unkind i Beyond the power of her weak frame oppress’d,
Insanity o'erthrew her lovely mind.
At length recovering, yet to grief devote,
To solitude the gave th’ unsocial day; Like a pale vot'ry from the world remote,
Unchear'd, unvisited of Pleasure's ray.
Oft did Harmodius (at her state dismay'd)
Solicit from his child her secret pain :
And each repeated effort proy'd in vain.
To speed the moments of the loitering hour,
And by their plaintive strains perchance allurid, Within a spacious myrtie-woven bower,
Two turtle doves the pensive fair secur’d.
• Ye little captives,' would the often say,
'Tho' here fecluded from the fields of air, • Thro' yonder vernal grove forbid to stray,
• And join the kindred train that wanton there;
you gunner never lifts his arm, « Nor o'er this mansion does the falcon fail ; • You live unconscious of the storm's alarm,
• The rain impetuous, and the beating hail.
• Nor here, by kind Compaffion unimpress'd,
The school-boy ever rears his impious hand, " To fill with agony the feather'd breast,
• And raze the little domes that love had plann'd,"
Their harmless joys disease too soon effac'd :
One fatal morn, her Turturella's mate
And juft, juft sinking at the blow of Fate :
While down her cheek Compassion's shower distillid,
She gently rais’d it to her anxious breast;
And thus the fair her breathless bird address'd :
Ill-fated tartle, round whose peaceful bower
How silent is the voice, which, void of art,
? Along the tender day was heard to coo! ! How still, how frozen is the constant heart,
• Which to it's dear companion beat so true!
That dear companion, that now widow'd dove,
• To screen from every harm be mine the care; • And while she mourns her ne’er-reviving love,
• Her grief to me the mourner will endear :
į Like thee, a widow too, condemn’d to mourn ;
• No more to me does life unfold it's charms!