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No idly-feign'd poetic pains,
My sad love-lorn lamentings claim;
No fabled tortures, quaint and tame;
The oft attested Pow'rs above;
These were the pledges of my love!
Encircled in her clasping arms,
How have the raptur'd moments flown!
For her dear sake, and her's alone!
My secret heart's exulting boast ?
Oh! can she bear so base a heart,
So lost to honor, lost to truth,
The plighted husband of her youth !
Her way may lie thro' rough distress!
Enraptur'd more, the more enjoy'd,
My fondly-treasur'd thoughis employ'},
That breast how dreary now, and void,
For her too scanty once of room ! Ev'n ev'ry ray of hope destroy'd,
And not a wish to gild the gloom!
The morn that warns th' approaching day,
Awakes me up to toil and woI see the hours in long array,
That I must suffer, lingering, slow.
Keen recollection's direful train
Shall kiss the distant western main.
And when my nightly couch I try,
Sore harass'd out with care and grief, My toil-beat nerves, and tear-worn eye,
Keep watchings with the nightly thiefOr if I slumber, Fancy, chief,
Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright ; Ev'n day, all-bitter, brings relief,
From such a horror-breathing night.
IX. 0! thou bright queen, who o'er th’expanse
Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance
Observ'd us, fondly-wand'ring, stray ! The time, unheeded, sped away,
While love's luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray,
To mark the mutual kindling eye.
Scenes, never, never, to return!
Again I feel, again I burn
Life's weary vale I'll wander thro’;
A faithless woman's broken vow.
OF A MOTHER FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON
FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonor'd laid:
My age's future shade.
The mother linnet in the brake,
Lament the live-day long.
Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow,
Now, fond I bare my breast, 0, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!
FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN.
THE wind blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream : Beneath a craigy steep, a bard,
Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
Whom death had all untimely ta’en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years ; His locks were bleached white wi' time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears!
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
To Echó bore the notes alang.
“Ye scatter'd birds that faintly sing,
The reliques of the vernal quire! Ye woods that shed on a' the winds
The honors of the aged year!
A few short months, and glad and gay,
Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e; But nocht in all revolving time
Can gladneas bring again to me.
That long has stood the wind and rainBut now has come a cruel blast,
And my last hald of earth is gane; Nae leafo' mine shall greet the spring,
Nae simmer sun exalt my bloom; But I maun lie before the storm,
And ithers plant them in my room.
"I've seen sae monie changefu' years,
On earth I am a stranger grown ; I waader in the ways of men,
Alike unknowing and unknown: Unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
I bear alane my lade o' care, For silent, low, on beds of dust,
Lie a' that would my sorrows share.
• And last (the sum of a' my griefs !)
My noble master lies in clay; The flow'r amang our barons bold,
His country's pride, his country's stay: In weary being now I pine,
For a' the life of life is dead, And hope has left my aged ken,
On forward wing for ever fled.
· Awake thy last sad voice, my harp!
The voice of wo and wild despair! Awake, resound thy latest lay,
Then sleep in silence evermair!