• One glance of thofe deluding eyes More rapture can bestow, •Than fhould our monarch quit his throne, And that to me forego.' No more, fair Ellen!' cries the earl; I can no longer stay! • For northward muft I bend my course, • There lies my deftin'd way.' • With thee, Earl Walter, let me go, · Thy handmaid will I be; • All perils I with joy can brave, • That much-lov'd face to fee.' Rafh Ellen! doft thou know the terms • On which alone thou goeft? • To drop each soft alluring grace, • Thy fex's pride and boaft. Thofe There dwells a maid more fair than morn, • Than summer funs more bright; • That maiden is my plighted love, • My joy and fole delight.' Sad Awake! awake! thou flothful page; Bring forth in hafte my milk-white steed But ere her lord could be obey'd, And to fad Ellen's other woes Now burst their way the heart-felt groans, They reach Earl Walter's ear. And doft thou know at length my heart? • Then have I well been tried! THE RIVAL BROTHERS. C BY MRS. LEAPOR. ELIA and I, to fhare the vernal gales, One ev❜ning wander'd o'er the dewy vales; Still paints yon heavens with a filver grey! • And flothful Night with gentler pace comes on, As if the liften'd to thy charming tongue: • The Rival Brothers, let my Sylvia tell; How cross they lov'd, and who untimely fell Her friend replied, You fhall not ask in vain, Although the ftory gives thy Sylvia pain.' Then on her cheek her iv'ry hand she laid, And, with a figh, began the lovely maid, |