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" Then go, fallacious Hose! adieu ! PART II.
" The fastering prospect I resign ;
“ And bear from niy deluded view Deep in the bosom of a wood,
“ The bliss that never must be mine! Where art had form'd the moated isle,
“ Yet will the youth, whoe'er he be, An antique castle tow'ring stond,
" In truth or tenderness excel? In Gothic grandeur rose the pile.
“ Or will be on thy charms like me Here Raymond, long in arms renown'd, “ With fondness never-dying dwell? Froni scenes of war would oft repair :
• Will be with thine his hopes unite? His bed an only danghter crown'd,
“ With ready zeal thy joys improve ? And smild away a father's care.
“ With fond aitention and delight By Nature's happiest pencil drawn,
“ Each wish prevent, each fear rer ore!. She wore the vernal morning's ray; “ Will he, still faithful to thy charms, The vernal norning's blushing dawn
“For constant lose be long rever'd ? Breaks not so beauteous into day,
“ Nor quit that heaven within thy arms
By every tender tie endeard
“ What tho' his boaşıful heart bę vain And the soft language of the soul
" Of all that birth or fortune gaye, Flown froın her never-silent eye.
" Yet is not mine, tho'ryue and plain,
“ At least as noble and as brave The bloom that open'd on her face Well seein'd the emblem of her mind,
“ Then be its gentle suit preferr'd ! Where snowy innocence we trace
“ Its tender sighs Elvira hear! With blushing modesty combin'd.
* In vain- I sigh -- but sigh upheard;
“ Unpitied falls this lonely tear)". To these resistless grace impart
Twice twelve revolving moons had passid, That look of sweetness form'd to please,
Since first he caught the fatal view;
Unchang'd by time his sorrows last,
by hope his passion grew. What youth so cold could view unmoy'd That passion to indulge, he sought
The maid that ev'ry beanty shar'd ?' Her Armrine saw; he saw, he lov'd;
In Raymond's grores the deepest shade; lle lov'd -- alas! and he despair'd!
There fancy's haunting spirit brought
The image of his long-lovidinaid. Unhappy youth! he sunk opprest;
But hark! what more than mortal sound For much he labor'd to conccal
Steals on Attention's raptur'd ear? That gentle passion of the breast,
The voice of harmony around
Swells in wild whispers soft and clear.
Sweep from the string with touch prophane?
Pour on the gale so sweet a strain “ How long," he cry'd, “must I conceal 'Tis she the source of Armine's woe
*: Whatyet my heart could wish were known? 'Tis she - whence all his jay must spring“ How long the truest passion feel,
From her lor'd lips the numbers flow, " And yet that passion fear to own?
Her magic hand awakes the string.' “ Ali, might I breathe my humble vow ! Now, Armine, now thy love proclaim,
Might she trio deign to lend an ear! Thy instarit suit the time demands; " Elvira's self should then allow
Delay not-- Tumult shakes his frane, “ That Armine was at least sincere. And lost in ecstasy he stards. " Wild wish! to deem the matchless maid What magic chains thee to the ground ? “ Would listen to a youth like nie,
What star malignant rules the hour, " Or that my vows could e'er persuade, That thus in fix'd delirium drown'd
“ Sincere and constant tho ihęy be! Each sense entranc'd hath lost its pow'r? « Ah! what avail my love or truth? The trance dispel ! awake! arise! “ She listens to no lowly swain;
Speak what untutor'd love inspires ! “ Her charms must bless soine happier youth, The inoment's past - thy wild surprise
“ Some youth of Fortune's uiled train. She sees, nor unalarm'd retires.
• Stay, sweet illusion ! stay thy fight ! “ There first that form my eyes survey d,
"Tis gone!- Elvira's form it wore — “With future hopes that fill'd my heart'; " Yet one more glimpse of short delight! “ But ah! beneath ihat frown they fade“ 'Tis gone, to be beheld no more!
“ Depart, vain, vanquish'd hope! depart!" " Fly, loitering feet ! the charm pursue He said ; and on the ground his eyes
" That plays upon my hopes and fears! Were fix'd abashd: th'attentive maid, “ Hah! - no illusion mocks my view! Lost in the tumult of surprise, "" "Tis she - Elvira's self appears !
The well-remember'd youth survey'd. " And shall I on her steps intrude?
The transient color went and came; “ Aların her in these lonely shades? The struggling bosom sunk and rose ; "O stay, fair nya.ph! no ruffian rude The trembling tumults of her frame
With base inient your walk invades. The strong conflicting soul disclose,
Like Cynthia setting glanc'd away:
Blushes that spoke a brighter day.
" With me far gentler passions dwell; To pass the live-long night he sought: “ This heart hides only blameless fires, And hope, the lover's downy bed, " Yet burns with what it fears to tell.
A sweeter charm than slumber brought, “ The faltering voice that fears control, On every thought Elvira dwelt, “ Blushes that inward fires declare,
The tender air, the aspect kind, “ Each tender tumult of the soul
The pity that he found she felt, “ In silence owne Elvira there."
And all the angel in her inind, He said ; and as the trembling dore
No self-plum'd vanity was there, Sent forth t'explore the wat'ry plain,
With fancy'd consequence elate ; Soon fear'd her fight might fatal prove, Unknown to her the haughty air And sudden sought her ark again,
That means to speak superior state, His heart recoild; as one that rued
Her brow no stern resentments arm, What he too hastily confess'd,
No swell of empty pride she knew, And all the rising soul subdued
In trivial minds that takes th'aların, Sought refuge in his inınost breast.
Should humble Love aspire to sue. The tender strife Elvira w
Such Lore, by flattering charins betray'd, Distrest; and some parent mild,
Shall yet, indignant, soon rebel, When arm'd with words and looks of awe, And, blushing for the choice he niade, Melts o'er the terrors of her child,
Shall fly where gentler virtucs dwell, Reproof prepar'd and angry fear
'Tis then the mind, from bondage free, In soft sensations died away;
And all its former weakness o'er, They felt the force of Armine's tear,
Asserts its native dignity, And fled from pity's rising sway..
And scorns what follý priz'd before, ** That mournful voice, that modest air, The scanty pane the rising ray
Young stranger, speak the courteous brçast; On the plain wall in diamonds threw,
And to his favorite scene he flew.
Where long her lonely walks had been "O may those fortunes prove more fair Nor less had the preceding day,
“ Thán hers who sadly owns the same!" Nor Armine less endear'd the scene. “ Ah gentle maid, in mine survey
Oft' as she pass'l, her rising heart
1 " A heart," he cries, “ that's yours alone; Its stronger tenderness confessid, Long has it own'd Elvira's sway,
And oft she linger'd to impart “Tho' long unnotic'd and unknown, To some soft shade her secret breast. "On Sherwood's old heroic plain
" How slow the heavy hours advance,' " Elvira grac'd the festal day;
She cry'd, “ sinoe chat eventful day, " There, foremost of the youthful train, “ When first I caught the fatal glance " Her Armjue bore the prize away,
• That stole me from inyself away!
“ Ah, youth belov'd! tho' low thy birth, | At each kind glance their souls unite, " The noble air, the manly grace,
While love's soft sympathy imparts “ That look that speaks superior worth,
That ten-ler transport of delight “ Can fashion, tolly, fear erase?
That beats in undivided hearts. “ Yet sure froni no ignoble stem
Respectful to his lips he pressid “ Thy lineage springs, tho' now unknown : Her yielded hand; in haste away “ The world ccnsurious may condemn, Her yielded hand she drew distrest, Bụt, Armine, I am thuc alone.
With looks that witness'd wild dismay. “ To splendor only do we live?
“ Ah whence, fair excellence, those fears? “ Must pomp alone our thoughts employ? " What terror unforeseen alarms?" " All, all that pomp and splendor give
“ See! where a father's frown appears” – “ Is dearly bought with love and joy! She said, and sunk into his arms. “ But oh!- the favor'd youth appears. • My daughter! heavens ! it cannot be “ In pensive grief he seems to move :
• And yet it must — dire disgrace! “My heart forebodes unnunber'd fears; « Elvira have I liv'd to see Support it Pity, Virtue, Love!
“Clasp'd in a peasant's vilc einbrace! " Hither his footsteps seem to bend
“ This daring guilt let death repay" “ Come, Resolution, to my aid!
His vengeful arın the javelin ihrew,
And far, by Fate averted, few. “ Dear object of each fond desire,
Elvira brcathes - her pulses beat, That throbs tumultuous in my breast! Returning life illumes her eye: Why with aterted glance retire?
Trembling a father's view to meet, “ Ai Armine's presence why distrest? She spies a reverend hermit nigh. " What tho' he boast no titled name,
“ Your wrath," she cries, “ let tears assuage “No wide extent of rich domain,
“ Uuheeded must Elvira pray? “ Yet must he feed a hopeless fame,
“ O let an injur'd farber's rage “ Must truth and nature plead in vain?"
“ This lucinit's sacred presence stay! “ Think not,” she said, “ by forms betray'd, " Yet deemn vot, lost in guilty love,
“ To humbler worth my heart is blind; I plead to save my virgin fanie; “ For soon shall every splendor fade,
My weakness Virue might approve, “ That beamy not from thy gifted mind. And sipile on Jature's Holy Name." “ But first thy heart explore with care,
“() welcome to my hopes again, “ With faith its fond emotions prove;
Myson !" the raptur'd herniit cries; “Lurks no uriworthy passion there?
I sought the sorrowing on the plain,' Prompts not ambition bold to love?,
And all the father fill'd his eyes, “ Yes, lovely maid," the youth replies, “Art thou,” the raging Raymond said, “ A bold ambition prompts my breast,
“Of this audacious boy the sire? “ The towering hope that love supplies,
“ Curse ou the dart that idly sped, “ The wish'in blessing to be blest.
“ Nor bade his peasant soul expire!" “ The meaner prospects I despise
“ His peasant soul!" – indignant fire That wealth, or rank, or power bestow; Flashd from the conscious father's eye:
yours the grovelling bliss ye prize, " A gallant earl is Armine's sire, “ Ye sordid winds that stoop so lov! “ And know, proud chief, that earl am I. “ Be mine the more refin'd delights
“ Tho' here, within the hermit's cell, “Of love that banishes control,
“ I long have liv'd unknown to fame, “ When the fond heart with heart unites, “ Yet crowded camps and courts can tell “ And soul 's in unison with soul."
" Thou too hast heard of Egbert's name." Elvira blush'd the warm reply,
“ Hah! Egbert! he, whom tyrant rage (To love a language not unknown)
“ Forc'd from his country's bleeding breast! The milder glories fill'd her eye,
“ The patron of my orphan age, And there a softer lustre shone.
"My friend, my warrior siands confest! The yielding smile that's half supprest,
“ But why?" The painful story spare: The shori quick breath, the trenibling tear, “ That prostrate youth," said Egbert," see; The swell tumultuous of the breast,
“ His anguish asks'a parent's care, In Arminc's favor all appear.
"A parent, once wlio pitied thee !"
Raymond, as one who, glancing round, Let me partake the blessings I rehcarse,
Seems fronu some sudden trance to start, And grant me love, the just reward of verse. Snatch'd the pale lovers from the ground, As beauty's potent queen, with ev'ry grace,
And held them trembling to his heart. That once was Emma's, has adornd thy Hace; Joy, Gratitude, and Wonder shed
And as her son has to bosom dealt
ny United tears o'er Hymen's reign,
That constant flame, which faithful Henry felt; And nature her best triumph led,
O let the story with thy life agree:
Let men once inore the bright example see ;
Distant and sad, a banish'd man to rore. & 140. An Italian Song. ROGERS. But oh! with pity long-entreated crown Dear is my little native vale,
My pains and hopes; and, when thou say'st The ring-dove builds and warbles there;
Calone. Close by my cot she tells her tale
Of all mankind thou lov'st, oh! think on me. To every passing villager.
W’sere beauteous Isis and her husband Tame The squirrel leaps froin tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty.
With mingled waves for ever flow the sanie,
In times of yore an ancient baron liv'd; In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers,
Great gifts bestow'd, and great respect receiv'd: That breathe a gale of fragrance round,
When dreadful Edward with successful care I charm the fairy-footed hours
Led his free Britons to the Gallie war; With ny lov'd lute's romantic sound; This lord had headed his appointed bands, Or crowns of living laurel weave,
In firm allegiance to the king's commands; For those that win the race at eve.
And (all due honors faithfully discharg'd) The shepherd's horn at break of day,
Had brought back his paternal coat, enlarg'd The ballet danc'd in twilight glade,
With a new mark, the witness of his toil, The canzovet and roundelay
And no inglorious part of foreign spoil. Sung in the silent greenwood shade ;
From the loud camp retir'd and noisy court These simple joys, that never fail,
In honorable ease and rural sport,
The remnant of his days he safely passid ;
He made his wish with his estate comply,
One child hé had, a daughter chaste and fair, His age's comfort, and his fortune's heir.
They called her Emma; for the beauteous dame, Thou, to whose eyes I bend; at whose com- Who gave the virgin birth, had borne the name: mand
The name th' indulgent father doubly lov'd; (Tho' low my voice, tho' artless be my hand) For in the child the niother's charms improv'd. I take the sprightly reed, and sing, and play; Yet as when little round his knees she play'd, Careless of what the censuring world may say: He call'd her oft, in sport, his Nut-Brown Maid; Bright Chloe, object of iny,constant yow, The friends and tenants took the fondling word Wilt thou a while unbend thy serious brow? (As still they please, who imitate their lord); Wilt thou with pleasure hear thy lover's strains, Usage confirm'd what fancy had begun; And with one heav'nly sınile o'erpay his pains. The mutual terms around the lands were No longer shall the Nut-Brown Maid be old; Tho’ since her youth three hundred ycars have AndEmma and the Nut-Broun Maid were one. rolla,
As with her stature, still her charms increas'd; At thy deșire, she shall again be rais'd; Thro' all the isle her beauty was confess'd. And her reviving charnis in lasting verse he Oh! what perfections inust that yirgin share, prais'd.
Who fairesi is esteemid, where all are fair! No longer man of woman shall complain, From distantshires repair the noble youth, That he may
love and not be lov'd again : And find report, for once, had lessened truth. That we in vain the fickle sex pursue, By wonder first, and then by passion mov'd, Who change the constant lover for the new. They came; they saw; they narvell’d; and they Whatever has been writ, whatever said, By public praises, and by secret sighs, [lov'd. of female passion feigud, or faith decay'd : Each ownd the gen'ral power of Emma's eyes. Henceforth shall in my verse refuted stand, In tilts and tournaments the valiant strove, Be said to winds, or writ upon the sand. By glorious deeds to purchase Emma's love, And, while my notes to future times proclaim In gentle verse, the witty told their flame, L'nconquer'd love and ever-during fame; Angrac'duheirchoicestsongs with Emma'sname, O fairest of the sex! be thou my Muse: In vain they combated, in vain they writ: Deign on my work thy influence to diffuse : Useless their strength, and impotent their
Great Venus only must direct the dart, That she shall prore as fortunate as fair, Which else will never reach the fair one's And Hymen's choicest gifts are all reser'd for heart,
her. Spite of tn'attempts of force, and soft effects Now oft had Henry chang'd his sly disguise, of art.
l'nmark'd by all but beauteous Emma's eyes; Great Venus must prefer the happy one: Ost had found nieans alone to see the dame, In Henry's cause her favor must be shown : And at her feet to breathe his am'rous filame And Emma, of mankind, inust love but him and ufi, the pangs of absence to remove alone.
By letters, soft interpreters of love: While these in public to the castle came, Till tiine and industry, the mighty two And by their grandeur justify'd their fame; That bring our wishes nearer to our view) More secrct ways the careful Henry takes ; Made him perceive that the inclining fair His squires, his arms, and equipage forsakes : Receiv'd his vows with no reluctant ear; In borrow'd name and false attire urray'd, That Venus had confirm d her equal reim, Oft he finds means to see the beauteous maid. And dealt to Emma's heart a share of Henry's When Emina hunts, in huntsman's habit pain. drest,
While Cupid smil'd, by kind occasion blest, Henry on foot pursues the bounding beast. And, with the secret kept, the love increasid; In his right hand bis beechen pole le bears : The amorous youth frequents the silent GTOFES And graceful at his side his horn he wears. And niuch he meditates, for much he love. Still to the glade, where she has bent her way,
He loves : 'lis true ; and is belov'd again; With knowing skill he drives the future prey; Great are his joys; but will they long remain? Bids her decline the hill, and shun the brake; Einma with smiles receives his present fame; And shows the path her stced may sulely take; But, smiling, will she ever be the same? Directs her spear to fix the glorious wound; Beautiful looks are ruld by fickle minds; Pleas'd, in his toils, to have her triumph And summer seas are turn'd by surlden winds. crown'd;
Another love may gain her easy youth: And blows her praises with no common sound. Time changes thought; and flatt'ry conquers A falc'ner Henry is, when Einma hawks:
truth. With her of tarsels and vf lures he talks. O impotent estate of human life!
his wrist the tow'ring merlin stands, Where hope and fear maintain eternal strike: Practis'd to rise, and stoop, at her commands. Where fleeting joy does lasting doubt inspire ; And when superior now the bird has foun, And most we question what we most desire. And headlong brought the tumbling quarry Amongst thy various gifts, great heaven, bester down;
Our cup of love unmix d; forbear to throw With humble rev'rence he accosts the fair, Bitter ingredients in; nor pall the draught And with the honor'd feather decks her hair. With nauseous grief: for our ill-judging though: Yet still, as from the sportive field he goes, Hardly enjoys the pleasurable taste; Ilis downcast eye reveals his inward woes ; Or deems it not sincere; or fears it cannot And by his look and sorrow is exprest,
last. A nobler game pursued than bird or beast.
With wishes rais d, with jealousies oppress, A shepherd now along the plain he toves ; (Alternate tyrants of the human breast) And, with his jolly pipe, delights the groves.
By one great trial he resolves to prore The neighb'ring swains around the stranger The faith of women, and the force of love. throng,
If, scanning Enmma's virtues, he may find Or to admirc or emulate his song:
That beauteous frame inclose a steady mind, While, with soft sorrow, he renews his lays, He'll fix his hope, of future joy secure; Nor heedful of their envy, nor their praisc. And live a slave to Hymnen's happy pow'r. But, soon as Emina's eyes adorn the plain, But if the fais one, as he fears, is frail; His notes he raises to a nobler strain; If, pois d aright in reason's equal scale, With dutiful respect, and studious fear; Light Aly her merits, and her faults prevail; Lest any careless sound offend her ear, His mind he vows to free from an'rous care,
A frantic gipsy, now the house he haunts, The latent mischief from his heart to tear, And in wild phrases speaks dissembled wants. Resume his azure arms,and shine again in war. With the fond maids in palmistry he deals ; South of the castle, in a verdant glade, They tell the secret first, which he reveals: A spreading beech extends her friendly shade: Says who shall wed, and who shall be Beguild; Here oft the nymph his breathing rous hai What groom shall get, and squire maintain the
Here aft hier silence had her heart declar, But when bright Emma would her fortune As active spring awak'd her infant buds, know,
And genial life inform'd the verdant woods; A softer look unbends his op'bing brow; Henry, in knots involving Eioma's name, With irembling awe he gazes on her eye, Had half express'd and half conceald his fame Audin coft accents forms the kind reply'; Upon the tree; and, as the tender mark