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And startling from their haunts the timid deer,
Whose was that gentle voice, that whispering
sweet, Promis'd, methought, long days of bliss sincere? Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, Most like soft music that might sometimes cheat Thoughts dark and drooping. 'Twas the voice of
Hope. Of love and social scenes it seem'd to speak, Of truth, of friendship, of affection meek; That hand in hand along life's downward slope Might walk with peace, and cheer the tranquil
hours : Ah me! the prospect sadden'd as she sung; Loud on my startled ear the death-bell rung: Chill darkness wrapp'd the pleasurable bowers She built-whilst pointing to yon breathless clay, She cried, ' No peace be thine: away, away!'
O time, thou know'st a lenient hand to lay
END OF BOOK IX.
MOST EMINENT POETS.
SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS.
And lift itself above;
A FAIRY TALE.
Livd Edwin of the Green; Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,
This creature dar'd to love.