"We long have liv'd and lov'd,—but now must part "Pity, ye faints! the agonizing strife "Forget me,-rend me from thy bleeding heart, Thy long-lov'd miftrefs, or thy dearer wife. 66 "What! tho' thefe eyes fome tender tears may fhed, "Some looks of still alluring anguish cast; "What! tho' this voice the cause of love may plead, "Or these fond arms may ftrive to hold thee fast ; "The wretched conflict thou must still sustain, "And feel no paffion, or no paffion own; "Thy gentle nature now muft smile on pain, "And each soft sense resolve itself to stone. "Thou firft to love didft lead this fimple heart, "And whifper'd all was innocence and peace; "O teach me now, for thou alone hast art, To bid this heav'n-oppofed paffion cease." O felf-taught hypocrite! inftruction lags Indignant Indignant love the violation views Of plighted vows, and bids the flave be free: Methinks already, or this vifion lies, For what remains-in lieu of love and truth, Quickly again thy loofe defires fhall change, THE COMPLAINT. AN ELEGY. OH Albion! fam'd for arts, in arms renown'd, While While rapine stalks gigantic thro' thy streets, And spreads diforders o'er a groaning land. Illuftrious youths! ye great ones of the earth, For whom fair science opes her mystic page; How can ye ftain the meed of laurel'd worth, By foul pollution and adult'rous rage? Say, can the guilty pleasures of an hour, Too dearly bought; and, ah! as quickly fled, Make you forget what's due to virtue's power, Or what to nature, and the genial bed ? The speaking eye, the foul enchanting grace, Which fed defire, and charm'd the ravish'd fight; Say, can defire itself fo foul deface, And change to horror scenes of soft delight. See where the lovely, defolated maid, Sits fadly fighing to the midnight air, To heav'n complains of eafy faith betray'd, And beats her breaft, the feat of black despair. Or ah! more horrid, frantic all, and wild, Cruel, perhaps, her offspring fhe destroys; And, impious, dooms to death her guiltless child, The hapless victim of unhallow'd joys! Alas Alas for mercy! where is pity flown, If fcenes like thefe can fail to draw a tear, From fuch as virtue's lore have ever known, Or prov'd the raptures of a love fincere ? In other parts, as wanton wishes guide, The giddy youths feek out the harlot's train, Sink on their breafts, their blandifhments abide, And with fhort pleafure, purchase lafting pain. Hence cold indiff'rence damps your marriage joys; Hence dire disease infects the boiling blood; Cuts fhort the thread of life, fair health defroys, And with black poifon taints the vital flood. By foul debauch, and luft adult'rous driv❜n, See weeping Hymen quits this once lov'd fhore, Inverts his bleffings, takes his flight to heav'n, And for your children lights his torch no more, Ah! yet recal him, and his ftay ensure : So may the fair ftill fmile upon your youth, Twine myrtle wreaths your laurel'd brows to grace, Still meet your faithful vows with love and truth, And crown your bleffings with a virtuous race, Where Where blifs like this the laughing hours employ, JH. A THE CAPTIVE LARK. A FABLE. T dawn of day the farmer rofe; The deadly fnares were fet; A lark with piercing cries and throes The flutt'ring pris'ner begg'd his life; O! pity me! he said; 'Twould kill my children and To hear that I was dead. my wife, I hurt no creature, I; the whole One grain indeed this fatal morn To die for one poor grain of corn! Alas! kind heav'n forbid. A red |