Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were, Tull Edenburrow they led him thair, 80 They hung him high aboon the rest, 85 He was sae trim a boy; Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best, Thus having yielded up his breath, I bare his corpse away, 90 Wi' tears, that trickled for his death, I washt his comelye clay; And And siker in a grave sae deep, I laid the dear-lued boy, My winsome Gilderoy. weep, 95 XIII. WINIFREDA. This beautiful address to conjugal love, a subject too much neglected by the libertine Muses, was, I believe, first printed in a volume of "Miscellaneous Poems, by several hands, published by D. [David] Lewis, 1726, 8vo." It is there said, how truly I know not, to be a translation" from the ancient British language." AWAY; let nought to love displeasing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear. What tho' no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood; 5 Our name, while virtue thus we tender, Will sweetly sound where-e'er 'tis spoke : 10 And all the great ones, they shall wonder What What though from fortune's lavish bounty And be content without excess. Still shall each returning season For we will live a life of reason, And that's the only life to live. Through youth and age in love excelling, How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung; To see them look their mothers features, And when with envy time transported, 15 20 25 30 XIV. THE XIV. THE WITCH OF WOKEY was published in a small collection of poems, entitled, EUTHEMIA, OR THE POWER OF HARMONY, &C. 1756, written, in 1748, by the ingenious Dr. HARRINGTON, of Bath, who never allowed them to be published, and withheld his name till it could no longer be concealed. The following copy was furnished by the late Mr. SHENSTONE, with some variations and corrections of his own, which he had taken the liberty to propose, and for which the Author's indulgence was intreated. In this edition it was intended to reprint the Author's own original copy; but, as that may be seen correctly given in PEARCH'S Collection, vol. i. 1783, p. 161, it was thought the reader of taste would wish to have the variations preserved; they are therefore still retained here, which it is hoped the worthy Author will excuse with his wonted liberality. WOKEY-HOLE is a noted cavern in Somersetshire, which has given birth to as many wild fanciful stories as the Sybils Cave, in Italy. Through a very narrow entrance, it opens into a very large vault, the roof whereof, either on account of its height, or the thickness of the gloom, cannot be discovered by the light of torches. It goes winding a great way under ground, is crost by a stream/of very cold water, and is all horrid with broken pieces of rock: many of these are evident petrifactions; which, on account of their singular forms, have given rise to the fables alluded to in this poem. IN In aunciente days tradition showes A base and wicked elfe arose, The Witch of Wokey hight: Oft have I heard the fearfull tale From Sue, and Roger of the vale, On some long winter's night. Deep in the dreary dismall cell, Here screeching owls oft made their nest, Night-howling thro' the rock : No wholesome herb could here be found; She blasted every plant around, And blister'd every flock. 5 10 15 |