'Malice never taught to treasure, 'How can they of humble station Which allows them all to love? 'Love, like air, is widely given; Power nor Chance can these restrain; Truest, noblest gifts of Heaven! Only purest on the plain! 'Peers can no such charms discover, Said to fade when Chloe's near; 'Hark to yonder milkmaid singing 'Never yet did courtly maiden 'Would indulgent Heaven had granted Me some rural damsel's part! All the empire I had wanted Then had been my shepherd's heart. Then with him o'er hills and mountains, Free from fetters, might I rove; Fearless taste the crystal fountains, Peaceful sleep beneath the grove. 'Rustics had been more forgiving, Partial to my virgin bloom; SHENSTONE. JEMMY DAWSON. A Ballad. WRITTEN ABOUT THE TIME OF HIS EXECUTION, COME listen to my mournful tale, And pity every plaint-but mine. One tender maid, she loved him dear; But curse on party's hateful strife, O, had he never seen that day! Which gives the brave the keenest wound. How pale was then his true love's cheek, When Jemmy's sentence reach'd her ear! For never yet did Alpine snows So pale or yet so chill appear. With faltering voice she, weeping, said— 'Yet might sweet mercy find a place, The gracious prince that gave him life Should learn to lisp the giver's name. 'But though he should be dragg'd in scorn To yonder ignominious tree, He shall not want one constant friend O! then her mourning coach was call'd; She had not loved her favourite more. She follow'd him, prepared to view Which she had fondly loved so long, She bore this constant heart to see, So sad, so tender, yet so true. SHENSTONE. THE SORCERESS; OR, Wolfwold and Alla. Prisca fides. Virg. 'Он, low he lies; his cold pale cheek Lies lifeless on the clay; Yet struggling hope-O dayspring, break, And lead me on my way. 'On Denmark's cruel bands, O Heaven! Thus Ulla wail'd, the fairest maid Thus Ulla wail'd, in nightly shade, When sudden, o'er the fir-crown'd hill, No more could Ulla's fearful breast But, deep with hope and fear impress'd, She left the bower, and all alone And sought the cave with rue o'ergrown, |