Stothard del. Collyer sailp XXII. Published as the Act directs, by Harrison & Co Oct1,1782. Page 384. line 2.ˆ To future ages might be handed down, He thrice twelve gallant youths, of high renown, And make, with zeal unfeign'd, the folemn vow: And thus, my lord, the Knights of Bath began, Which from the virgins bathing took the name. B CONNAL AND MARY. BY MISS TOMLINS. Y Yarrow ftream, that glides along, Whose banks the wild-thyme fweetly covers, Thus Connal rais'd his mournful fong; • Farewel!' he cried; a long farewel! • Farewel to hope and joy for ever; For hope and joy can never dwell Befide the waves that lovers fever! • With Mary I have pafs'd the day, Befide this ftream in murmurs flowing; * With Mary I have lov'd to stray For her my little flock I left: For Mary, at the midnight hour, 'My eye-lids were of fleep bereft ; 'My footsteps wander'd round her bower. For her it was, at dawning day, The sweetest flow'rs of spring I blended; • For her, at noon-tide's scorching ray, • The lambs and frolick kids I tended. 'I form'd a wreath for Mary's hair, Of all my little garden's treafure; And when that wreath the deign'd to wear, • Those happy days she has forgot, • Forgotten are my restless hours ; Forgotten is the rural spot • Where Mary wore that wreath of flowers. She has forgot the filver tide, The tide of Yarrow gently flowing; • And Mary is another's bride, • Where sweeter flowers than mine are blowing Blow fweet, ye flowers, where'er the be; Ye ftreams, in gentler murmurs languish: But whisper not the charming fhe, • That my fond heart now breaks with anguish. |