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86. Ofric_The Lion .
96. To a Lady, who refused to accept a Knife Sheridan.
97. Elegy on the Thirty-first of December Anon.
124. The Razor-Seller .
XXVI. 132. The Lass of Fair Wone.. 133. On Health 134. Mortality
XXVII. 135. The Peasant of Auburn .:. 136. On viewing the Corpse of a Sifter 137. The Mouse's Petition
Hurdis. Mrs. Barbauld.
.XXVLII.. 138. Elegy: Written on the Plain of Fontenoy“ Matilda. 139. Corin's Profession :
Peter Pindar, 140. Love and Industry ,
Miss Seward. 141. To the Sun' ...
Fawcett. 142. Hymn to Benevolence
Blacklock. 143. Soliloquy on my Last Six-pence.
XXIX. 144. The Freebooter
Bürger. 145. Lines on the Death of a Wife
Anona 146. My Native Home .
Mrs. Robinson. 147. A War Poem, on the late Mr. Blythe ..., Anon.
148. The Forest Boy 149. The Choice
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HO is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix’d
The composure of settled distress.
Cold and hunger awake not her care :
do the winds of the winter blow bleak On her poor wither'd bosom, half bare ; and her cheek
Has the deathly pale hue of despair. Yet cheerful and happy, nor diftant the day,
Poor Mary, the maniac, has been;
The trav’ller remembers, who journey'd this way,
As she welcom'd them in with a smile; Her heart was a stranger to childish affright, And Mary would walk by the abbey at night,
When the wind whistled down the dark aisle.
And she hop'd to be happy for life;
That she was too good for his wife. 'Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night,
And faft were the windows and door;
They listenid to hear the wind roar. “ 'Fis pleasant," cry'd one, “ seated by the fire-side,
“ To hear the wind whistle without." “ A fine night for the abbey," his comrade reply'd. “ Methinks a man's courage would now be well try'd,
66 Who should wander the ruins about. " I myself, like a school-boy, should tremble to hear
“The hoarse ivy shake over my head; “ And could fancy I saw, half persuaded by fear, “ Some ugly old abbot's white spirit appear;
" For this wind might awaken the dead.” “ I'll wager a dinner," the other one cry'd,
“ That Mary would venture there now !" “ Then wager and lose !" with a sneer he reply'd, " I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side,
" And faint if she saw a white cow."
" Will Mary this charge on her courage allow?"
His companion exclaim'd with a smile; “ I shall win, for I know she will venture there now, “ And earn a new bonnet, by bringing a bough
“ From the alder that grows in the aille.”