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Of fickness watch thee, and thy languid head
Nor did she crown your 'mutual flame
Than when thy virgin charms
Were yielded to my arms,
Abandon'd, and alone,
Without thy lovely smile,
What fuccour can I find ?
Support me every friend,
Your kind assistance lend
Alas! each friend of mine,
comfort to bestow.
idea fadden'd all : Each fav’rite author we together read My tortur’d mem'ry wounds, and speaks of Lry
And back return'd again ;
Still in her golden chain
O fatal, fatal Itroke.
Of rare felicity,
scheme of bliss our hearts had form'd With foothing hope, for many a future day,
In one fad moment broke !
Or against his supreme decree
With impious grief complain.
Would thý fond love his grace to her controul,
Up to that unclouded blaze,
Is every mortal bliss ;
Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state,
Whose fleeting joys so foon must end,
Rife then, my foul, with hope elate,
There death himself thy Lucy shall restore, There yield up all his pow'r pe'er to divide us more.
ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all
eyes ; Tho' meek, magnanimous, tho' witty, wise ; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as she the world had never seen ; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin’d. Her Speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her Song the warbling of the vernal Grove; Her Eloquence was sweeter than her Song, Soft as her Heart, and as her Reason strong ; Her Form cach beauty of her mind express'd, Her Mind was Virtue by the Graces dress’d.
OUD howls the storm ! the vex'd Atlantic roars !
Thy Genius, Britain, wanders on its shores !
* Victor garland.--Alluding to the conquest by Lord Cornwallis.