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And ravish'd was that constant heart,
She did to ev'ry heart prefer;
For tho' it could its king forget,
'Twas true and loyal still to her.

Amid those unrelenting flames,

She bore this constant heart to see; But when 'twas mould'red into dust, "Now, now," she cry'd, "I'll follow thee.

"My death, my death alone can show
The pure and lasting love I bore:
Accept, O heaven! of woes like ours,
And let us, let us weep no more."

The dismal scene was o'er and past,

The lover's mournful hearse retir'd; The maid drew back her languid head, And, sighing forth his name, expir'd.

Tho' justice ever must prevail,
The tear my Kitty sheds is due;
For seldom shall she hear a tale

So sad, so tender, yet so true.

Percy's Reliques.

COLIN AND LUCY.

OF Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;
Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect so fair a face.

Till luckless love and pining care
Impair'd her rosy hue,

Her coral lip, and damask cheek,
And eyes of glossy blue.

Oh! have you seen a lily pale,
When beating rains descend?
So droop'd the slow-consuming maid;
Her life now near its end.

By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains
Take heed, ye easy fair;

Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Ye perjur'd swains beware.

Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
And at her window, shrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
That solemn boding sound;
And thus, in dying words, bespoke
The virgins weeping round:

"I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay ;
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.

"By a false heart, and broken vows,
In early youth I die;

Am I to blame, because his bride
Is thrice as rich as I?

"Ah Colin! give not her thy vows ; Vows due to me alone:

Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,
Nor think him all thy own.

"To-morrow in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare:

But know, fond maid, and know, false man, That Lucy will be there.

"Then bear my corpse, ye comrades, bear, The bridegroom blithe to meet;

He in his wedding trim so gay,
I in my winding sheet."

She spoke, she dy'd ;-her corse was borne,
The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
He in his wedding-trim so gay,
She in her winding-sheet.

Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
How were those nuptials kept?
The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept.

Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
At once his bosom swell :

The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He shook, he groan'd, he fell!

From the vain bride (ah, bride no more!)
The varying crimson fled,

When, stretch'd before her rival's corse,
She saw her husband dead.

Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling swains,
One mould with her, beneath one sod,
For ever now remains.

Oft at their grave the constant hind
And plighted maid are seen;
With garlands gay, and true-love knots,
They deck the sacred green.

But, swain forsworn; whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd spot forbear;
Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him there.

Percy's Reliques,

MARGARET'S GHOST.

"TWAS

WAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.

Her face was like an April morn,
Clad in a wintry cloud:
And clay-cold was her lily hand,
That held her sable shrowd.

So shall the fairest face appear,

When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.

Her bloom was like the springing flower,
That sips the silver dew;

The rose was budded in her cheek,
Just op'ning to the view.

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