Is levied by prerogative; Look up, ye Britons! cease to sigh, When Popish bishops dare to claim Commerce o'er Bondage will prevail, Then is your time to strike the blow, FROM "TRAGEDY OF ELLA."* The Minstrel's Song. OH! sing unto my roundelay; Oh! drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be; My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, * One of the pretended MSS. Black his hair as the winter night, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as throstle's note, Oh! he lies by the willow-tree. Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Hark! the raven flaps his wing, In the briered dell below; Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud. Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Here, upon my true-love's grave, Nor one holy saint to save My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. With my hands I'll bind the briers, Round his holy corse to gre; Elfin-fairy, light your fires, STOW My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Come with acorn cup and thorn, Drain my heart's blood all away; Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Water-witches, crowned with reytes, I die I come-my true-love waits. water-flags MORNING. BRIGHT Sun had in his ruddy robes been dight, SPRING. THE budding floweret blushes at the light, In daisied mantles is the mountain dight, The fresh young cowslip bendeth with the dew; The trees enleafed, into heaven straight, When gentle winds do blow, to whistling din is brought. I lay me on the grass, yet to my will Mrs Grant. ANNE M'VICAR was born at Glasgow in 1754. Born 1754. Died 1838. In her twenty-fifth year she married the Rev. Mr Grant, parish minister of Laggan, in InvernessShe is the author of a volume of miscellaneous poems and several volumes of prose. shire. ON A SPRIG OF HEATH. FLOWER of the waste! the heath-fowl shuns Thy tender buds supply her food; Flower of the desert though thou art! The deer that range the mountain free, Their food and shelter seek from thee; Gem of the heath! whose modest bloom Flower of the wild! whose purple glow Not garden's artful varied pride, Flower of his heart! thy fragrance mild To pluck thy blossoms in the wild, And deck his bonnet with the wreath, Flower of his dear-loved native land! George Crabbe. Born 1754. Died 1832. CRABBE was born at Aldborough, in Suffolk, on 24th December 1754. He was of humble origin, his father being collector of salt duties. Crabbe received, however, a superior education, and was articled to a surgeon at Aldborough; but not finding the employment to his taste, he proceeded to London, hoping to obtain literary employment. He met with many rebuffs, but at last, by help of Burke, obtained the favour of Lord Thurlow, who advised him to enter the church. He did so, and was appointed curate in his native place, and afterwards chaplain to the Duke of Rutland. In 1781, with Burke's assistance, he obtained a publisher for "The Library," which was favourably received by the critics. "The Village" appeared in 1783, and extended the poet's fame. Lord Thurlow also gave him two small livings, which enabled him to marry in comfort. He produced no more poetry for several years, and passed a tranquil and happy life amid the duties of his office. In 1807 he published the "Parish Register," which met with immediate popularity; and three years after "The Borough" appeared; and in 1812 "Tales in Verse." In 1814 he was presented by the Duke of Rutland with the living of Trowbridge in Wilts, worth L.800 per annum, to which he removed. In 1819 Crabbe's last poem, "Tales of the Hall," was published. Murray the publisher at this time purchased the copyright of all Crabbe's works, for which he gave the handsome sum of L.3000. In a good old age, and surrounded by his family, Crabbe died February 3, 1832. THE PEASANT. (From "Parish Register.") A NOBLE Peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. |