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Thy payment shall but double be;
O then with speed resign
A DAMSEL DEPLORING HER LOVER. 'Twas when the seas were roaring,
With hollow blasts of wind,
All on a rock reclin'd.
She cast a wistful look;
That trembled o'er the brook.
• Twelve months are gone and over,
And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let my lover rest:
To that within my breast?
'The merchant, robb’d of pleasure,
Views tempests in despair;
To losing of my dear?
Where gold and di'monds grow,
But none that loves you so.
• How can they say that nature
Has nothing made in vain? Why then beneath the water
Do hideous rocks remain? No eyes these rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover,
And leave the maid to weep."
All melancholy lying,
Thus wail'd she for her dear;
Each billow with a tear:
His floating corpse she spied;
She bow'd her head, and died.
• O where shall I my trne-love find?
William, who high apon the yard
He sigh’d, and east his eyes below;
So the sweet lark, high-pois'd in air,
And drops at once into her nest.
'O Sasan, Susan, lovely dear!
We only part to meet again.:
Believe not what the landmen say,
'If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
" Though battle calls me from thy arms,
William shall to his dear return:
The boatswaip gives the dreadful word,
They kiss'd; she sigh'd; he hung his head; Her less’ning boat unwilling, rows to land; Adieu ! she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
O NANCY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME? O NANCY! wilt thou go with me,
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? Can silent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot and russet gown? No longer dress’d in silken sheen,
No longer deck'd with jewels rare, Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene
Where thou wert fairest of the fair? O Nancy! when thou’rt far away,
Wilt thou not cast a wish behind ? Say, canst thou face the parching ray,
Nor shrink before the wintry wind ? O can that soft and gentle mien
Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene
Where thou wert fairest of the fair? O Nancy! canst thou love so true,
Through perils keen with me to go; Or, when thy swain mishap shall rue,
To share with him the pang of woe? Say, should disease or pain befall,
Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recali
Where thon wert fairest of the fair?
And when at last thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear?
MAY-EVE; OR, KATE OF ABERDEEN.
Steals softly through the night,
And kiss reflected light.
('Tis where you've seldom been) May's vigil while the shepherd's keep
With Kate of Aberdeen.
Upon the green the virgins wait,
In rosy chaplets gay,
And give the promis'd May.
The promis'd. May, when seen, Not half so fragrant, half so fair,
As Kate of Aberdeen.
Strike up the tabor's boldest notes,
We'll rouse the nodding grove ;
And hail the maid I love.