Come all and watch one night about my hearse; Bring each a mournful story and a tear, To offer at it when I go to earth." The Maid's Tragedy, by BEAUMONT and A HEART full of feeling, poor Rosa, was thine, Some pitiless hypocrite tainted thy youth, Thy spirit, that sported in yesterday's light, Like the Garland of Chloe * that wither'd at night, *See Prior's Garland. Rejected of man, the poor sufferer sought That mercy denied her on earth, From Him, in whose eyes our best virtues are nought, If haughtiness pampers their worth. She loved-was betray'd-is misfortune a crime? Ah no! that I ne'er can believe; The seducer may thrive in his guilt for a time, Fair mourner! thy agony soon will be o’er, That pang-'tis the price of forgiveness—no more, VERSES ON THE COMMEMORATION OF THE SECOND CENTENARY OF SHAKSPEARE. WHAT beings, Ariel-like, appear 'Tis come, 'tis come the joyous year, Their eyes with brighter radiance shine, To Fancy's pictured hall repair. There fairy-land in landscape glows; There shines not the sun; but a new light from heaven, Many-colour'd as Iris, to Genius is given; Who waves it, and waving it, fitfully plays O'er our Shakspeare's fine eyes that reflect back its rays. Lo! seated on her opal throne In robes, eye-spotted, Fancy smiles; Well might she smile, her fruitful zone With varied pleasures life beguiles. Before her bright eyes, as if in a glass, Fresh scenes in succession continually pass. Unshrouding now her awful form; (Around her how the passions storm!) Though ever young yet full of eld,” 66 " * Great Nature comes, as music swell'd Quickly through the golden gate All their pranks of yesternight; "Hail! mortal, hail, near Avon's stream, As o'er thy slumbers Nature smiled, We stole upon thee in a dream, To fill thy soul with fancies wild. * Spenser. The moonlight slept upon the bank, To charm thy guardian from our prank; But still her sweet influence watch'd o'er thy head, The poet bows, his looks express |