The burning aloe breathes it fragrance round, O'er all the light faloon with sparkling ray The diamond trembles to the dancer's bound, While with fantastic mirth the dizzy roofs

refound.

See glowing virgins lave the polisht limb, What time they bid the musky bath exhale Its fteaming odours, and along the brim

The dalliance of the loves lafcivious hail : Or, when the clear night wafts her cooling gale,

See their fine forms, as eve's laft colours die, Slow on the flower embroider'd terrace fail;

While, glittering thro' its whole expanfe, the fky

With its deep azure shade relieves the wearied

eye.

SONNET.

INVITATION TO A FRIEND.

SINCE dark December shrouds the tranfient day,

And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,

Why com'ft not thou, who always can'ft inspire

The foul of cheerfulness, and beft array. A fullen hour in fmiles?-O! hafte to pay The cordial vifit fullen hours require! Around the circling Walls a glowing fire

Shines; but it vainly fhines in this delay

To blend thy fpirit's warm Promethean light Come then, at Science, and at Friendfhip's call,

Their vow'd Difciple ;-come, for they

their fhade;

Where flow'rs all around their bright frag. rance impart,

And thro' the rapt fenfes joy flows to the

heart.

the foul.

Such the gay colour'd draught of my summer defires,

While Fancy but paints as Remembrance infpires;

But once give her flight, and all bounds fhe forfakes,

And joins your blithe troop in a Tour to the Lakes.

THE LASS OF FAIR WONE.

FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGER.

BESIDE the parfon's bower of yew

Why ftrays a troubled fpright,
That peaks and pines, and dimly fhines
Thro' curtains of the night?
Why steals along the pond of toads

A gliding fire fo blue,
That lights a fpot where grows no grafs,

Where falls no rain nor dew?
The parfon's daughter once was good,
And gentle as the dove,
And young and fair-and many came
To win the damsel's love.

High o'er the hamlet, from the hill,
Beyond the winding stream,
The windows of a stately house
In fheen of evening gleam.
There dwelt in riot, rout, and roar,

A lord fo frank and free;
That oft, with inward joy of heart,
The Maid beheld his glee.
Whether he met the dawning day,

In hunting trim fo fine, Or tapers, fparkling from his hall, Befhone the midnight wine. He fent the maid his picture, girt

With diamond, pearl, and gold; And filken-paper, sweet with musk, This gentle message told :

"Let go thy fweathearts, one and all;
Shalt thou be bafely woo'd,
That worthy art to gain the heart
Of youths of noble blood?

The tale I would to thee bewray,

In fecret must be faid:

At midnight hour I'll feek thy bower;
Fair lafs, be not afraid.
And when the amorous nightingale
Sings fweetly to his mate,
I'll pipe my quail-call from the field;
Be kind, nor make me wait."
In cap and mantle clad he came,
At night with lonly tread;
Unfeen, and filent as a mift.

And hush'd the dogs with bread.
And when the amorous nightingale
Sung fweetly to his mate,
She heard his quail-call in the field,

And, ah! ne'er made him wait.
The words he whisper'd were so soft,
They won her ear and heart:
How foon will fhe, who loves, believe!
How deep a lover's art!

No lure, no foothing guise, he fpar'd,
To banish virtuous fhame;
He called on holy God above,

As witness to his flame.

He clafp'd her to his breast, and fwore
To be for ever true :
"O yield thee to my wifhful arms,

Thy choice thou fhalt not rue.'
And while fhe ftrove, he drew her on,
And led her to the bower

So ftill, fo dim-and round about

Sweet fmelt the beans in flower.

There beat her heart, and heav'd her breaft
And pleaded every sense;
And there the glowing breath of luft
Did blaft her innocence.

But when the fragrant beans began
Their fallow blooms to shed,

Her sparkling eyes their luftre loft';
Her cheek, it rofes fled:
And when she saw the pods inereafe,
The ruddier cherries ftain,
She felt her filken robe grew tight,
Her waist new weight fuftain.
And when the mowers went a-field,
The yellow corn to ted,

She felt her burden ftir within.

And fhook with tender dread. And when the winds of autumn hist Along the ftubble field; Then could the damfel's piteous plight No longer be conceal'd.

Her fire, a harsh and angry man,

With furious voice revil'd:

"Hence from my fight! I'll none of thee

I harbour not thy child."

And faft, amid her fluttering hair,
With clenched fift he gripes,

And feiz'd a leathern thong, and lash'd
Her fide with founding stripes.

Her lily fkin, so soft and white,

He ribb'd with bloody wales;
And thrust her out, tho' black the night,
Tho' fleet and ftorm affails.

Up the harsh rock, on flinty paths,
The maiden had to roam;
On tottering feet the grop'd her way,
And fought her lover's home.
"A mother thou haft made of me,
Before thou mad'st a wife:
For this, upon my tender breast,
These livid ftripes are rife:
Behold."-And then, with bitter fobs,
She fank upon the floor-

"Make good the evil thou haft wrought;
My injur'd name restore."

"Poor foul; I'll have thee hous'd and nurs'd; Thy terrors I lament.

Stay here; we'll have fome further talk-
The old one shall repent.-"
"I have no time to reft and wait ;
That faves not my good name :
If thou with honeft foul haft fworn,
O leave me not to shame!

But at the holy alter be

Our union fanctified;
Before the people and the priest
Receive me for thy bride."
"Unequal matches must not blot
The honours of my line:
Art thou of wealth or rank for me,
To harbour thee as mine?

What's fit and fair I'll do for thee;

Shalt yet retain my love

Shalt wed my huntfman-and we'll then
Our former tranfports prove."

"Thy

"Thy wicked foul, hard-hearted man,

May pangs in hell await!

Sure, if not fuited for thy bride,

I was not for thy mate.

Go, feek a fpoufe of nobler blood,

Nor God's juft judgments dreadSo fhall, ere long, fome bafe born wretch Defile thy marriage-bed

Then, traitor, feel how wretched they

In hopeless fhame immerst;
Then fmite thy forehead on the wall,

While horrid curfes burft.

Roll thy dry eyes in wild defpair

Unfooth'd thy grinning woe: Thro' thy pale temples fire the ball, And fink to fiends below."

Collected then, she started up,

And thro' the hiffing fleet,

And from her womb a lovely boy With wail and weeping came. Forth from her hair a filver pin

With hafty hand fhe drew,
And preft against its tender heart,
And the sweet babe the flew !
Erft when the act of blood was done,

Her foul its guilt abhorr❜d:
"My Jefus! what has been my deed?
Have mercy on me, Lord!

With bloody nails, befide the pond,
Its fhallow grave the tore :

"There reft in God; there fhame and want Thou canst not fuffer more:

Me vengeance waits. My poor, poor child,
Thy wound fhall bleed afresh,

When ravens from the gallows tear
Thy mother's mould'ring flesh.".

She fled with bleeding feet.

"Where now," fhe cry'd" my gracious God!

What refuge have I left?"

And reach'd the garden of her home,
Of hope in man bereft.

On hand and foot fhe feebly crawl'd
Beneath the bower unbleft;

Where withering leaves and gathering fnow
Prepar'd her only rest.

There rending pains and darting throes
Affailed her shuddering frame;

Her fkull is ftill to fhew;

Its feems to eye the barren grave,

Three spans in length below.

That is the spot where grows no grass; Where falls no rain nor dew; Whence fteals along the pond of toads A hovering fire fo blue.

And nightly, when the ravens come,

Her ghost is feen to glide; Purfues and tries to quench the flame, And pines the pool befide.

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