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Mrs. Opie 137 The Sigh
Coleridge 138 The Timid Lover
Davenport 139 An Apology for having loved before Waller 140 Upon my Mistress Dancing . James Shirley 142 Sonnet
.C. Leftley, Esq. 142 On Aurelia's Blushing A. M. Porter 143 The Hue and Cry
Hurdis 144 Ledyard's Praise of Women Barbauld 147 Stanzas on Woman .
Goldsmith 149 Elegy, describing the Sorrow of an ingenuous
Mind on the melancholy event of a
Shenstone 149 To the Myrtle
Anon 154 Ode to Spring
A. M. Porter 156 Sonnet to Spring ·
Mrs. J. Cobbold 138 The Wintry Day
Mrs. Robinson 159 The Rose
Cowper 161 Winter Nose-gay
Cowper 163 Ode to Evening
Collins 164 Ode to the Evening Star
Bidlake 167 Ode to Leven-water
Smollet 168 The Oak of our Fathers
Anon 169 The Beech Tree's Petition
Campbell 171 The African
Southey 172 Stanzas, on the Death of a Lory, Rev. Wm. Clubbe
173 Lory's Ghost
Rev. IVm. Clubbe 175
The man was clad in a mantle red,
And his bonnet was large and dark .; So musing still, he gained the hill,
The lady's bower to mark,
Twas black and drear; the silent trees
Stood tall, and still, arvund;
The water gave no sound.
But the lady bright, on the battlements height,
He saw by the burning moon; From her locks so light, and hier garments white,
The stranger knew her soon,
“Ho ! Lady Anne, tħou must come down;
Thy husband sends for thee:-
“ For the fight is o'er, and the rebel power,
“ Hath vanquished its lord ; “ And now his store is nothing more,
“ But only his good sword.”.
" Now tell me knight! by a warrior's might,
“ I charge thee, tell me true!
« Ah! be my bed, the leaves that are shed;
By Autumn's hollow wind, “ If on his breast, my head but rest,
“ The sweetest sleep I'll find.”.
“ He waits for thee,”—the knight replied,
By the mouldering cross of stone; Thy sleep will be sweet:” the stranger sigh’d“ But never sweet alone.
« Comc, mount thee here; nay do not fear,
“ Tho' the clouds be gathering fast: “ My courser's swift, for his career,
“ Is like the ocean's blast.”
They rode o'er hill, they rode o'er vale,
They rode thro' the groaning wood; Till by the glare of the lightning pale,
They saw the holy rood.
And near it lay a comely form,
In dusky armour drest-
Could not break his rest,
The warrior slept, and the lady stepped
His well-known form to fold;
is not so icy cold.
With piercing cries she rais'd her eyes,
And the stranger stood by her side;
And his dark plume floated wide.
His steed was formed of the foaming surf
Which rvars on Killarney's lake, When the furious blast its water casts,
And rocking turrets shake.
« Behold your Lord!" the phantom said,
“ The fight indeed is o'er; “ And under this shade my corse is laid,
“ To sleep for evermore.
« But thou must with me; for the shoreless sea
Is given us for our reign; “ And Killarney's lake each year shall quake
“ For its prince and hero slain.
" Killarney's hills, and Killarney's caves,
• Our lonely dwellings must be, « Till this yearly hour, when its shuddering waves,
My airy horse shall see:
- Then in angry pomp, thro' the waters wide,
In lightning and thunder drest, “ Your prince shall ride, while the stormy tide
** O'erwhelms his vassal's rest.