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Her, swift relapfing to her former ftate,
With boding fears, approach'd the serving train ; This scene's dread period tremblingly they wait,
Nor were their boding fears indulg'd in vain.
Awakening from her trance, around the threw,
Diftressful fair, her much disorder'd eyes ; And wildețing faid- Repeat that kind adieu !
« Ah, no! from love to war, to death he flies.
• Did ye not hear the clash of hostile spears ?.
• Ah, mark ye not that breaft-plate stain'd with gore ! "What groan was that which pierc'd these fearful ears?
• He falls,' he falls my warrior is no more !
• Nor was, O Heaven! his Amabella near,
« To soothe his pain, and echo figh to figh; • Drop on the gaping wound a balmy tear,
Kiss his cold lip, and close his fading eye!'
Of her distress th' alarm'd Harmodius taught,
With trembling iteps approach'd th' unconscious fair : · Give me,' he cry'd, with grief paternal fraught,
• Give me, O Amabel! to soothe thy care.
· Say, what affliction has thy foul impress'd ?
Reveal what form thy bosom'd calmness breaks ! • Reveal and thus relieve this anguith'd breaft!
« The tender father to his daughter speaks !"
• Ah, what avails the praise the brave obtain !
· Thro' his white bosom rulh'd the hostile steel ; « 'Twas his to swell the number of the slain,
• And mine Amiction's keenest point to feel!!
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< To her rack'd mind, O Heav'n! thy peace impart ! • A loving parent bathes thy cheek with tears ;
• Harmodius holds thee to his breaking heart !!
• To thee, I grateful kneel, O generous seer !
• Who doft, to one unknown, thy care extend !
• For me, who droop beneath Misfortune's shower,
• I had a father-now, alas! a foe-
• He leaves his child abandon'd to her woe!
But to thy heart, that's fram'd of softer mould,
• What can to thee a wretch like me endear! · The spring, the motive of thy love unfold;
Say, fay, for me why flows that friendly tear!
« Yet soft awhile-methinks that hoary brow,
· That plaintive voice-Ah, bear with my distress!
I feel, I feel the pulse of life retire !
• Ah, deign to hear thy dying child reveal, • What, in rebellion to thy just desire,
• Lock'd in her breast, the dar'd so long conceal !
By thee unfanction'd, did I plight my love,
• To him thy pardon thou canst ne'er proclaim !
• Three fleeting hours had scarcely call'd me bride,
" When he was summon’d to the martial plain ; • And there--forgive these tears—in beauty's pride,
• The much-lamented valiant youth was slain.
• What tho' unworthy of thy care I prove,
• To thy remembrance let thy child be dear ; • Thy kind compaffion let the daughter move,
• When this weak frame shall press th' untimely bier."
More would she say her voice began to fail,
From her faint eye life's lingering spark retir'd ; The ripening cherry on her lip grew pale,
She heav'd a figh-and in that figh expir'd.
A BRITISH PHILIPPICK:
OCCASIONED BY THE INSULTS OF THE SPANIARDS, AND
THE PRESENT PREPARATIONS FOR WAR.
HENCE this unwonted transport in my breast?
Why glow my thoughts, and whither would the Muse Aspire with rapid wing? Her country's cause Demands her efforts ; at that sacred call She summons all her ardour, throws aside