And what is friendship but a name, And love is still an emptier found, For fhame, fond youth; thy forrows hush, Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rife, Swift mantling to the view; The bashful look, the rifing breast, The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms. And, ah, forgive a ftranger rude, Whose feet unhallowed thus intrude Where heaven and you refide. But let a maid thy pity fhare, My Father liv'd befide the Tyne, And all his wealth was mark'd for mine, To win me from his tender arms Unnumber'd fuitors came: Who prais'd me for imputed charms, Each hour the mercenary crowd, Among the reft young EDWIN bow'd, In humble fimpleft habit clad, No wealth nor power had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me. The bloffom opening to the day, The dew, the bloffom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine; For ftill I try'd each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his paffion touch'd my heart, Till quite dejected with my fcorn, And fought a folitude forlorn, In fecret where he died.. But mine the forrow, mine the fault, And there forlorn, defpairing, hid, And fo for him will I. Forbid it, Heaven! the hermit cry'd, Turn, ANGELINA, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-loft EDWIN here, Reftor'd to love and thee. Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care refign: And fhall we never, never part, No, No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The figh that rends thy conftant heart, Shall break thy EDWIN's too. GOLDSMITH. OF F Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair, Bright Lucy was the grace; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream Reflect a fairer face. "Till luckless love and pining care Her coral lips, her damask cheeks, Oh! have you feen the lily pale When beating rains defcend? So droop'd this flow-consuming maid, Her life now near its end. |