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To win me from his tender arms
Unnumber'd fuitors came,
Their chief pretence my flatter'd charms,
My wealth perhaps their aim.
Each hour the mercenary crowd
With glitt'ring proffers ftrove; Among the reft young Edwin bow'd, Who offer'd only love.
In humble fimpleft habit clad,
No wealth nor power had he;
Whene'er he spoke amidst the train,
And when a little reft I fought
In fleep's refreshing arms,
How have I mended what he taught
And lent him fancied charms!
Yet ftill and haplefs be the hour,
I fpurn'd him from my fide,
Repaid his love with pride.
Till, quite dejected with my fcorn,
He left me to deplore,
And fought a folitude forlorn,
And ne'er was heard of more.
Then fince he perifh'd by my fault,
I'll feek the folitude he fought,
And ftretch me where he lay.
And there in fhelt'ring thicket hid,
'Twas thus for me my lover did,
And fo for him will I.
Thou shalt not thus, the hermit cried,
For now no longer could he hide
His looks refume their youthful pride,
Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to fee
Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,
Reflor'd to love and thee.
Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And every care refign,
And shall we never, never part,
My thou, my all that's mine.
No, never from this hour to part,
And the laft figh that rends thy heart
Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Here amidst ftreams and bow'rs we'll rove,
To all that want, and all that wail,
Our pity fhall be given,
And when this life of love fhall fail,
We'll love it o'er in heav'n.
FABLES. By Mr. Moore.
The NIGHTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.
HE prudent nymph, whofe cheeks difclofe
From public view her charms will fereen,
This fimple truth fhall keep her wife,
One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,
All other infects, that I fee,
Or fitk-worm, with contempt I view ;
Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my fcorn,
And kings on earth their gems admire,
She fpoke. Attentive on a spray,
Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate:
Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
HYMEN and DEATH.
Ixteen, dy'e fay ? nay then 'tis time,
Yet hold a moment, if you can,
And heedfully the fable fcan.
The fhades were fled, the morning blush'd, The winds were in their caverns hufh'd