« ПретходнаНастави »
Condemn'd in fight a hapless end to meet,
angry Monmouth's tears were seen to flow,
bride, Burst from her train, and fought the Severn's side ; Ev'n there, where once the young Sabrina brave Perish'd, indignant, in the foaming wave;
With streaming eyes and agonizing woe,
, How Monmouth fought, how gallant Percy fell.
A L L EN AND E L L A,
A FRAGMENT. +
Where Thames, oft, his current delays;
In his Richmond's bright villa surveys.
+ A surreptitious copy of this appeared (agreeable to the date below) under the names of COLIN and LUCY : and, at a time when all modern productions were decryed, this piece, by means of the following preface, met with an approbation which otherwise, no doubt, it would have failed of.
To the READER. The MS, bears date (anno 1609), at East-Sheene in Surry, the then bright residence of a maiden queen, and her royal court, Who the personages were, concealed under the simple characters of Allen and ELLA, does not rightly appear; but, as lady of the noble family of Hungerford is recorded to have drowned herself much about that period, 'tis more than probable it gave birth to the above so affecting tale; and the reader is left to judge, how far the productions of that refined age would have exceeded those of the present, had more of them been, fortue nately, preserved.
It is hoped, that time has not so injured other pieces, as to pree vent their being presented to the public hereafter. What parts of this were unintelligible, are only guessed at: for the editor, as he would not dare the adding to, chose also, not to diminish from, so valuable a FRAGMENT. Richmond, May 1, 1753.
Fair Ella! of all the gay throng
The fairest that nature had seen, Now drew ev'ry village along,
From the day she first danc'd on the green.
Ah! boast not of beauty's fond pow'r,
For short is the triumph, ye fair! Not fleeter the bloom of each fiow'r;
And hope is but gilded despair,
His affection each swain now, behold,
By riches endeavours to prove ; But Ella ftill cries, what is gold,
Or wealth, when compar'd to his love?
Yes, Allen, together we'll wield
Our sickles in summer's bright day; Together we'll leaze o'er the field, And smile all our labours
In wigter I'll winnow the wheat,
As it falis from thy fiail on the ground : That flail will be music as sweet,
When thy voice in the labour is drown'd.
How oft wou'd he speak of his bliss !
How oft wou'd he call her his maid ; And Allen would seal with a kiss
Ev'ry promise and vow that he laid.
But, hark! o'er the grass-level † land,
The village bells found on the plain; False Allen this morn gave his hand,
And Ella's fond tears are in vain.
Sad Ella, too soon, heard the tale,
Too soon the sad cause she was told, That his was a nymph of the vale,
That he broke his fond promise for gold.
As the walk'd by the margin so green,
fide, How oft she was languishing seen!
How oft wou'd she gaze on the tide !
By the clear river, then, as the fate,
Which reflected herself and the mead; Awhile she be-wept her sad fate,
And the green turf ftill pillow'd her head,
There, there! is it Ella I fee?
'Tis Ella, the lost, undone maid ! Ah! no, 'tis fome Ella like me,
Some hapless young virgin betray’d.
Like me, she has forrow'd and wept,
Like me she has fondly believ'd; Like me her true promise she kept,
And, like me, too, is justly deceiv’d.
1 Most likely the village of Petersham.
$ In the original (much damaged in this particular place) it seems to be : “ Which be.ringes thai sweet river's side."