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GOLDFINCH.

AIINNET's nest with anxious care,
Young Strephon one day found me,
When instantly the plundered pair,

With cries came fluttering round me;
And is it thus—cried I, unkind,

You'd raise compassion in me? Hence, cruel, hence—unless you find Some better way to win me.

Alas! if to give pain, cry'd he,

My love for you has wrought me: I practise but that cruelty

You have so often taught me. If thus the linnet, and his mate,

Can raise compassion in you, No more unkindness imitate,

But let yaur Strephon win you.

This This said—like lightning back he flew,

The mossy nest restoring;
The linnets kept their young in view,

No more their loss deploring.
Meanwhile this act, so sweet, so kind,

Had rais'd affection in me, AndStrephon was well pleas'd to find

The certain way to Will uie.

~^L7"OU ask mc, sweet maid, if my vows are
J*- sincere,

And call for some proof of my love;
Still doubting my passion, I see but too clear,

But prithee such fancies remove;
Or if, as you say, lovers' vows are but breath,

O set me some task to perform,
And I'll brave it, though circl'd by peril or death,
And smile as I buttet the storm:

But this, this, believe me, can poorly express,
How truly, how dearly I lovethee. •

Nay, bid me some action or enterprise da-re.

That men, though the boldest, would shun,
And whether by water, earth, fire, or air,

I'll do it, if'tis to be done.
And if still a doubt in thy fancy remains,

Injurious to love and to me,
O fetter me more, if you can, with your chains,

Nor ever, oh no! set me free.
But this, this, believe me,.&c.

• Olet

Q.let pry fond vtows some favour obtain,

, And pleasure succeed to my toil;

Accept them, dear girl, and to bainsh my pain,

0! crown-the kind words with a smile. Ah, yes! for there's surely a pleasure divine

In the smile of the girl we adore;
A promise, so soft, that no words can define,
It says that your doubts are no more;
That now you believe what no words can

express,
How truly, how dearly I love thee.

~^L7"ES, yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire; J*- Uuaw'd, unshelter'd, I thy fury brave; I'll bare my bosom to thy forked fire,

Let it but guide me to Alonzo's grave! O'er his pale corse then while thy lightnings glare Fll press his clay-cold limbs, and perish there. But thou wilt wake again, my boy, -Again thou'lt rise to life and joy,

Thy father never!

Thy laughing eyes will meet the light,
Unconscious that eternal night
Veils his for ever.

On yon green bed of moss there lies my child,
Oh 1 safer lies from these chill'd arms apart,

He sleeps, sweet lamb! nor heeds the tempest wild, Oh! sweetersleeps than near this breaking heart.

Alas! alas! my babe, if thou would'st peaceful rest,

Thy cradle must not be thy mother's breast.

Yet thou wilt wake again, &C.

B2 AH!

AH! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my
Pastora?
O say, have you met the sweet nymph on your
way?
Transcendant as Venus, and blithe as Aurora,

From N eptune's bed rising to hail the new day: Forlorn do I wander,and long time have sought her,

The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme; A goddess in form, though a cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.

Though lordlings so gay, and young 'squires have sought her, To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain; Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter Convinc'd them their offers and flattery were vain: When first I beheld her I fondly besought her,

My heartdid her homage,and love wasmy theme, She v»w'd to bemine.thesweetcottager'sdaughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream. Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish? Pastorate splendor could near yield her hand; Ah ! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish, O'er her heart love and truth retain the command: The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her, For love, truth,and.constancy still is my theme, Then giveme,kind heaven,thecottager'sdaughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.

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