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following article confifted of fome pieces, which having fince appeared in a publication of mifcellaneous poems, are now incorporated with the foregoing collection. The very favourable reception they met with, in common with the other productions of their author, will, it is hoped, prevent the imputation of fraternal partiality in allotting them place among pieces of acknowledged poetical merit.

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EDWIN AND ETHELINDE. (a)

NE parting kiss, my ETHELINDE!"
Young EDWIN fault'ring cried,]

"I hear thy father's hafty tread,

Nor longer muft I bide.

To-morrow, eve in yonder wood,
Beneath the well-known tree,
Say wilt thou meet thy own true love,
Whose only joy's in thee?"

She clafp'd the dear beloved youth,
And figh'd and dropt a tear;
"Whate'er betide, my only love
I'll furely meet thee there."

They kifs, they part; a liftning page

To malice ever bent,

O'erheard their talk, and to his lord

Reveal'd their fond intent.

(a) This piece was printed a few years fince in the Gentle

man's Magazine.

The baron's brow grew dark with frowns,
And rage diftain'd his cheek,
"Heavens! fhall a vaffal fhepherd dare
My daughter's love to feek!

But know, rash boy, thy bold attempt
Full forely fhalt thou rue;
Nor e'er again, ignoble maid,
Shalt thou thy lover view."

The dews of evening fast did fall,
And darknefs fpread apace,

When ETHELINDE with beating breast

Flew to th' appointed place.

With eager eye. fhe looks around,
No EDWIN there was feen;

"He was not wont to break his faith,
What can his abfence mean !".

Her heart beat thick every at noise,
Each rustling thro' the wood;

And now the travers'd quick the ground.

And now the liftning flood.

Enlivening

Enlivening hope and chilling fear
By turns her bofom fhare,

And now the calls upon his name,
Now weeps in fad despair.

Mean-time the day's last glimmerings fled,

And blackening all the fky

A hideous tempeft dreadful rofe,
And thunders roll'd on high.

Poor ETHELINDE aghaft, difmay'd,
Beholds with wild affright

The threat'ning fky, the lonely wood,

And horrors of the night.

"Where art thou now my EDWIN dear!

Thy friendly aid I want;

Ah me! my boding heart foretels

That aid thou canst not grant."

Thus rack'd with pangs, and beat with ftorms,

Confus'd and loft fhe roves;

Now looks to heaven with earnest
Now calls on him she loves.

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At length a diftant taper's ray

Struck beaming on her fight;

Thro' brakes fhe guides her fainting steps
Towards the welcome light,

An aged hermit peaceful dwelt
In this fequefter'd wild,
Calm goodness fat upon his brow,
His words were foft and mild.

He ope'd his hofpitable door,
And much admiring view'd
The tender virgin's graceful form,
Dafh'd by the tempeft rude.

"Welcome, fair maid, whoe'er thou art,

To this warm shelter'd cell;

Here reft fecure thy wearied feet,
Here peace and fafety dwell,"

He faw the heart-wrung ftarting tear,
And gently fought to know
With kindest pity's foothing looks,

The story of her woe.

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