Oh! fly his voice, be deaf to all he says;
Charms has his voice, but charming it betrays!
At every word, each motion of his eye,

A thousand loves are born, a thoufand lovers die.
Say, gentle youths, ye bleit Arcadian fwains,
Inhabitants of thefe delightful plains,
Say, by what fountain, in what rofy bower,
Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!
To you, dear fugitive, where'er you firay,
Wild with defpair, impatient of delay,
Swift on the wings of eager love I fly,
Or fend my foul ftill fwifter in a figh!
I'd then inform you of your Cælia's cares,
And try the eloquence of female tears;
Fearlefs I'd pafe where defolation reigns,
Tread the wild wate, or burning Libyan plains:
Or where the North his furious pinions tries,
And howling hurricanes embroil the skies!
Should all the monsters in Getulia bred

Oppofe the paffage of a tender maid;
Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia speeds
Through all the moniters that Getulia breeds!
Bold was Bonduca, and her arrows flew
Swift and unerring from the twanging yew:-
By love infpir'd, I'll teach the shaft to fly;
For thee i'd conquer, or at least would die !
If o'er the dreary Caucafus you go,

Or mountains crown'd with everlasting fnow,
Where thro' the freezing fkies in ftorms it pours,
And brightens the dull air with shining showers,
Ev'n there with you I could fecurly rest,
And dare all cold, but in my Damon's breast;
Or fhould you dwell beneath the fultry ray,
Where rifing Phoebus ufhers in the day,
There, there I dwell! Thou fun, exert thy fires;
Love, mighty love, a fiercer flame inspires:
Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows
Where Jordan's streams in foft meanders flows;
I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay
Where Jordan's streams in foft mæanders play.
Joy of my foul! my every wish in one!
Why must I love, when loving I'm undone ?
Sweet are the whispers of the waving trees,
And murmuring waters, curling to the breeze;
Sweet are soft slumbers in the shady bowers
When glowing funs infeft the fultry hours:
But not the whifpers of the waving trees,
Nor murmuring waters curling to the breeze;
Not fweet foft flumbers in the shady bowers,
When thou art absent whom my foul adores!
Come, let us feek fome flowery, fragrant bed!
Come, on thy bofom reft my love-fick head!
Come, drive thy flocks beneath the fhady hills,
Or foftly flumber by the murmuring rills!
Ah no! he flies! that dear enchanting he!
Whose beauty steal: my very self from me!

Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare,

To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair:
When to the lyre the tun'd the vocal lays,
Thy tongue would flatter, and thine eyes fpeak
praife:

And when smooth-gliding in the dance the mov'd,
Afk thy falfe bofom if it never lov'd?
And fill her eye fome little luftre bears,

But fade each grace! fince he no longer fees
Thofe charms, for whom alone I wish to please!
But whence these fudden, fad prefaging fears,
Thele rifing fighs, and whence thefe flowing tears?
Ah! left the trumpet's terrible alarms

Have drawn the lover from his Cælia's charms,
To try the doubtful field, and fhine in azure arms
Ah! canft thou bear the labour of the war,
Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear?
Defift, fond youth! let others glory gain,
Seek empty honour o'er the furgy main,

Or fheath'd in horrid arms rufh dreadful to the plain!

Thee, fhepherd, thee the pleasurable woods,
The painted meadows, and the crystal floods,
Claim and invite to blefs their sweet abodes.
There shady bowers and fylvan scenes arife,
There fountains murmur, and the fpring fupplies
Flowers to delight the smell, or charm the eyes:
But mourn, ye fylvan fcenes and fhady bowers;
Weep, all ye fountains; languish, all ye flowers!
If in a defert Damon but appear,

To Cælia's eyes a defert is more fair
Than all your charms, when Damon is not there!
Gods! what foft words, what fweet delufive wiles
He boasts! and oh! thofe dear undoing smiles!
Pleas'd with our ruin, to his arms we run:
To be undone by him, who would not be undone?
Alas! I rave! ye fwelling torrents, roll
Your watery !tribute o'er my love-fick foul !
To cool my heart, your waves, ye oceans bear!
Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there!

But ah what fudden thought to frenly moves
My tortur'd foul ?-perhaps, my Damon loves!
Some fatal beauty, yielding all her charms,
Detains the lovely traitor from my arms!
Blaft her, ye fkies! let inftant vengeance feize
Thofe guilty charms, whofe crime it is to please
Damon is mine-fond maid, thy fears fubdue!
Am I not jealous? and my charmer true?
O! heaven! from jealousy my bofom fave!
Cruel as death, infatiate as the grave !

Ye powers of all the ills that ever curit
Our fex, fure man, dissembling man, is worst!
Like forward boys, a-while in wanton play,
He sports with hearts, then throws the toys away:
With fpecious wiles weak woman he affails;
He fwears, weeps, fmiles, he flatters, and prevails a
Then, in the moment when the maid believes,
The perjur'd traitor triumphs, fcorns, and leaves.
How oft my Damon fwore, th' all-feeing fun
Should change his courfe, and rivers backward run,
Ere his fond heart fhould range, or faithless prove
To the bright object of his ftedfast love!
O inftant change thy course, all-seeing fun 1
Damon is falfe! ye rivers, backward run!

But die, O! wretched Cælia, die in vain Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your pain!

The tear is fruitlefs, and the tender figh,
And life a load !-forfaken Cælia, die!
Fly fwifter, time! O! fpeed the joyful hour!
Receive me, grave!-then I fhall love no more!
Ah! wretched maid, fo fad a cure to prove !

tears!

Yet oh when this poor frame no more fhall live,
Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve!
Ah me! I'm vain! my death cad not appear
Worth the vast price of but a fingle tear.
Forlorn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go;
But they have learn'd new cruelties of you!
Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
And faint with grief the fcarce my fighs returns!
Then fighs, adieu ! ye nobler paffious, rife!
Be wife, fond maid !-but who in love is wife?
I rage, I rail, th' extremes of anger prove,
Nay, almoft hate !-then love thee beyond love!
Pity, kind heaven, and right an injur’d maid !
Yet, oh! yet, fpare the dear deceiver's head!
If from the fultry funs at noon-tide hours
He feeks the covert of the breezy bowers,
Awake, O South, and where my charmer lies,
Bid rofes bloom, and beds of fragrance rife!
Gently, O gently round in whispers fly,
Sigh to his fighs, and fan the glowing sky!
If o'er the waves he cuts the liquid way,
Be ftili, ye waves. or round his vessel play !
And you, ye winds, confine each ruder breath,
Lie hush'd in filence, and be calm as death!
But if he stay detain'd by adverse gales,

Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves;
The fing'd earth groans, and burns with all her

groves;

The floods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires,
And bickering flame, and fmouldering smoke af-
pires:

A night of clouds blots out the golden day;
Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play :
Ev'n chaos burns: again earth groans, heaven roars,
As tumbling downward with its fhining towers;
Or burst this earth, torn from her central place,
With dire difruption from her deepest base:
Nor flept the wind: the wind new horror forms,
Clouds dash on clouds before th' outrageous forms,
While, tearing up the fands, in drifts they rife,
And half the deferts mount th' encumber'd kies:
At once the tempeft bellows, lightnings fly,
The thunders roar, and clouds involve the fky:
Stupendous were the deeds of heavenly might;
What lefs, when Gods conflicting cope in fight?
Now heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
And flow and four recede the giant powers:
Here talks Ægeon, here fierce Gyges moves,
There Cottus rends up hills with all their groves;
Thefe hurl'd at once against the Titan bands

fails.

THE BATTLE OF THE GODS AND TITANS.

From the Theogony of HESIOD; with a Defcription of Tartarus, &c.

NOW founds the vault of heaven with loud alarms,

And Gods by Gods embattling rush to arms:
Here ftalk the Titans of portentous fize,
Burit from their dungeons, and affault the skies;
And there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night,
Auxiliar giants aid the Gods in fight:
An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears,
And ftares from fifty heads amid the stars;
The dreadful brotherhood ftern-frowning stands,
And hurls an hundred rocks from hundred hands:
The Titans rush'd with fury uncontrol'd;
Gods funk on Gods, o'er giant giant roll'd;
Then roar'd the ocean with a dreadful found,
Heaven fbook with all its thrones, and groan'd the
ground,

Trembled th' eternal poles at every stroke,
And frighted hell from its foundations shook :
Noife, horrid noise, th' aërial region fills,
Rocks dash on rocks, and hills encounter hills;
Through earth, air, heaven, tumultuous clamours

rife,

hands:

And overshadowing, overwhelming bound
With chains infrangible beneath the ground;
Below this earth, as far as earth's confines lie,
Through space unmeafur'd, from the starry sky;
Nine days an anvil of enormous weight,
Down rufhing headlong from th' aerial height,
Scarce reaches earth; thence toft in giddy rounds
Scarce reaches in nine days th' infernal bounds:
A wall of iron of stupendous height
Guards the dire dungeons black with threefold
night:

High o'er the horrors of th' eternal shade
The ftedfaft bafe of earth and feas is laid;
There in coercive durance Jove detains
The groaning Titans in afflictive chains.
A feat of woe! remote from cheerful day,
Through gulphs impaffable, a boundless way.

Above thefe realms, a brazen ftructure ftands
With brazen portals, fram'd by Neptune's hands;
Thongh chaos to the ocean's base it fwells;
There ftern Ægeon with his giants dwells;
Fierce guards of Jove! from hence the fountains rife
That wash the earth, or wander through the fkies;
That groaning murmur through the realms of woes,
Or feed the channels where the ocean flows;
Collected horrors throng the dire abodes,
Horrid and fell! detefted ev'n by Gods!
Wafteful and void, the journey of a year:
Enormous gulph 1 immenfe the bounds appear,
Where beating ftorms, as in wild whirls they

fight,

Tofs the pale wanderer, and retofs through night:
The powers immortal with affright furvey
The hideous chasm, and seal it up from day.

Hence through the vault of heaven huge Atlas

A brazen port the varying powers divides:
When Day forth ffues, here the Night refiles;
And when Night veils the fkies, obfequious Day,
Re-entering, plunges from the ftarry way.
She from her lump, with beaming radiance bright,
Pours o'er th' expanded earth a flood of light:
But Night, by Sleep attended, rides in shades,
Brother of Death, and all that breathes invades :
From her foul womb they fprung, refiltlefs
powers,

Nurs'd in the horrors of Tartarean bowers,
Remote from Day, when with her flaming wheels
She mounts the skies, or paints the western hills:
With downy footiteps Sleep in filence glides
O'er the wide earth, and o'er the fpacious tides;
The friend of life! Death unrelenting bears
An iron heart, and laughs at human cares;
She makes the mouldering race of man her prey,
And ev'n th' immortal powers deteft her sway.

Thus fell the Titans from the realms above,
Beneath the thunders of Almighty Jove;
Then earth impregnate feit maternal woes,
And hook through all her frame with teeming
throes:

Hence rofe Typhoeus, a gigantic birth,
A monfter fprung from Tartarus and Earth,
A match for Gods in might! on high he spreads
From his huge trunk an hundred dragons heads,
And from an hundred mouths in vengeance flings
Envenom'd foam, and darts an hundred ftirgs;
Horror, terrific, frowns from every brow,
And like a fumace his red eye-balls glow;
Fires dart from every creft; and, as he turns,
Keen fplendors Ah, and all the giant burns:
Whene'er he speaks, in echoing thunders rife
An hundred voices, and affright the fkies,
Uou:ferably fierce! the bright abodes
Frequent they shake, and terrify the Gods:
Now bellowing like a favage bull, they roar,
Or angry lions in the midnight hour;

Now yell like furious whelps, or hifs like fnakes;
The rocks rebound, and every mountain shakes:
He hurl'd defiance "gunft th' immortal powers,
And heaven had feiz'd with all its shining towers,
But. at the voice of Jove, from pole to pole
Red lightnings flash, and raging thunders roll,
Rattling o'er all th' expanfion of the fkies,
Bolt after bolt o'er earth and ocean flies.
Stern frowns the God amidst the lightnings blaze,
Olympus hakes from his eternal bafe;
Trembles the earth: fierce flame involves the poles,
Devours the ground, and o'er the billows rolls:
Fires from Typhoeus flath: with dreadful found
Storms rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground;
Above, below, the conflagration roars,
Ev'n the feas kindled burn through all their fhores,
Deluge of fire! Earth rocks her tottering coafts,
And gloomy Pluto fhakes with all his ghofts;
Ev'n the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors,
Start at the din that rends th' infernal thores:
Then, in fell wrath, Jove all the God applies,
And all his thunders burft at once the skies;
And rufhing gloomy from th' Olympian brow,
He blaftsthe giant with th' almighty blow,
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Of night.

The giant tumbling finks beneath the wound,
And with enormous ruin rocks the ground:
Nor yet the lightnings of th' Almighty stay,
Thro' the fing'd earth they burit their burning way;
Each kindling inward, melts in all her caves,
And hifling floats with fierce metallic waves:
As iron fuble fiom the furnace flows,
Or molten ore with keen effulgence glows,
When the dire bolts of Jove ftern Vulcan frames,
In burning channels roll the liquid flames;
Thus melted earth, and Jove, from realms on high,
Plung'd the huge giant to the nether sky.

Then from Typhoeus fprung the winds that bear
Storms on their wings, and thunder in the air:
But from the Cods defcend of milder kind,
The Eaft, the Weft, the South, and Boreal wird;
Thefe in foft whifpers breathe a friendly breeze,
Play through the groves, or fport upon the feas;
They fan the fultry air with cooling gales,
And wift from realm to realm the flying fails:
The rest in ftorms of founding whirlwinds fly,
Tofs the wild waves, and battle in the sky;
Fatal to man! at once all ocean roars,
And scatter'd navies bulge on distant shores.
Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their way,
Grafs, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay;
While towers, and domes, vain boasts of human truft
Torn from their inmoft bafe, are whelm'd in duft.
Thus heaven afferted its eternal reign
O'er the proud giants, and Titanic train;
And now in peace the Gods their Jove obey,
And all the thrones of heaven adore his fway.

THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA.

From the Third Book, Verfe 743, of Apollonius Rhodius.

NOW rifing fhades a folemn gloom difplay.

O'er the wide earth, and o'er th' ethereal way:
All night the failor marks the northern team,
And golden circlet of Orion's beam:
A deep repofe the weary wanderer shares,
And the faint watchman fleeps away his cares ;
Ev'n the fond mother, while all breathless lies
Her child of love, in lumber feals her eyes;
No found of village dog, no noife invades
The death-like tilence of the midnight fhades:
Alone Medea wakes: To love a prey,
Retlefs the rolls, and groans the night away:
Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares;
She thinks on Jafon, and for Jafon fears:
In fad review, on horrors horrors rife ;
Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought the
flies:

As from replenish'd urns, with dubious ray,
The fun-beams dancing from the furface playa

Now here, now there, the trembling radiance falls
Alternate flashing round th' illumin'd walls;
Thus fluttering bounds the trembling virgin's blood,
And from her fhining eyes defcends a flood a
Now raving with refiftlefs flames the glows,
Now fick with love fhe melts with fofter woes:
The tyrant God, of every thought poffet,
Beats in each pulfe, and ftings and racks her breast:
Now the refolves the magic to betray
To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey:
Again, the drugs difdaining to fupply,
She loaths the light, and meditates to die:
Anon, repelling with a brave difdain

The coward thought, the nourishes the pain:
Thus toft, retoft with furious storms and cares,
On the cold ground the rolls, and thus with tears:
Ah me! where'er 1 turn, before my eyes

A dreadful view, on forrrows forrows rife!
Toft in a giddy whirl of strong defire,
I glow, I burn, yet blefs the pleafing fire.
O had this fpirit from its prifon fled,
By Dian fent to wander with the dead,

Ere the proud Grecians view'd the Colchian skies ;
Ere Jafon, lovely Jafon, met thefe eyes
Hell gave the fhining mifchief to our coaft,
Medea faw him, and Medea's loft-

But why these forrows? if the powers on high
His death decree, die, wretched Jafon, die!
Shal 1 elude my fire? my art betray?

Ah me! what words fhall purge the guilt away!
But could I yield-O, whither mult 1 run
To find the man-whom virtue bids me fhun?
Shall 1, all loft to shame, to Jafon fly?
And yet I muft-If Jafon bleeds, I die!
Then, fhame, farewell! Adieu for ever, fame!
Hail, black difgrace! be fam'd for guilt my naine !
Live! Jafon, live! enjoy the vital air!
Live through my aid and fly where winds can beat!
But when he flies, ye poifons, lend your powers,
That day, Medea treads th' infernal fhores!
Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame,
Then the proud dames of Colchos blast thy name:
I hear them cry- The falfe Medea's dead,

Through guilty paffion for a ftranger's bed;
Medea, carelefs of her virgin fame,
Preferr'd a ftranger to a father's name!'
O may I rather yield this vital breath,
Than bear that bafe difhonour, worfe than death!
Thus wail'd the fair, and feiz'd with horrid joy
Drugs foes to life, and potent to destroy ;
A magazine of death! again the pours

From her fwoln eye-balls tears in flining fhowers;
With grief infatiate, and with trembling hands,
All comfortless the talk of death expands:
A fudden fear her labouring foul invades,
Struck with the horrors of th' infernal fhades:
She ftands deep muing with a faded brow,
Abforpt in thought, a monument of woe!
While all the comforts that on life attend,
The cheerful converfe, and the faithul friend,
By thought deep-imag'd in her bofom play,
Endearing life, and charm defpair away:
Th' all-cheering funs with fweeter light arife,
And every object brightens to her eyes :

Then from her hand the baneful drugs the throws,
Confents to live, recover'd from her woes;

Refolv'd the magic virtue to betray,

She waits the dawn, and calls the lazy day:
Time feems toft and, or backward drive his wheels:
The hours the chides, and eyes the eastern hills;
At length the dawn with orient beams appears,
The fhades difperfe, and man awakes to cares.
Studious to pleafe, her graceful length of hair
With art the binas, that wanton'd with the air;
From her fof cheek the wipes the tear away,
And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play;
From limb to limb refreshing unguents pours,
Unguents, that breathe of heaven, in copious fhowers:
Her robe fhe next affumes; bright clafps of gold
Close to the leffening waitt the robe infold;
Down from her fwelling loins, the rest unbound
Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground:
Laft, with a fhining veil her cheeks the shades,
Then fwimming fmooth along magnificently treads.

Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind,
Blind to the future, to the prefent blind:
Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower,
Alike unconscious of the bridal hour,
Join to the car the mules: die rites to pay,
To Hecate's black fane the bends her way;
A juice the bears, whofe magic virtue tames
(Through fell Perfephone) the rage of flames;
It gives the hero, strong in matchlefs might,
To and fecure of harms in mortal fight;
It mocks the fword: the fword without a wound,
Leaps as from marble, fhiver'd to the ground:
She mounts the car; nor rode the nymph alone;
On either fide two lovely damfels fhone:

Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls;
Back fly the streets, as fwift the chariot rolls.
Along the wheel-worn road they hold their way,
The domes retreat, the finking towers decay:
Bare to the knee fuccinct a damfel train
Behind attends, and glitters tow'id the plain.
As when her limbs divine, Diana laves
In air Parthenius, or th' Amnesian waves,
Sublime in royal itate the bounding roes
Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows;
Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves;
The nymphs attend that haunt the fhady groves,
Th' Amnetian fount, or filver-ftreaming rills;
Nymph of the vales, or Oreads of the hills &
The fawning beafts before the goddess play,
Or, trembling, favage adoration pay:
Thus on her car fablime the nymph appears,
The crowd falls back, and as the moves reveres
Swift to the fane aloft her courfe fhe bends;
The fane he reaches, and to earth defcends:
Then to her train-Ah me! I rear weitray,
Milled by folly to this lonely way!

Alas! fhould Jafon with the Greeks appear,
Where fhould we fly? I fear, alas, I fear!
No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train,
Hount the cool fhade, or tread in dance the plain:
But fince alone-with fports beguile the hours,
Come chaunt the fong, or pluck the blooming

flowers;

Pluck every fweet, to deck your virgin bowers! Then warbling soft, the litt her heavenly voice a But fick with mighty love, the long is noife;

She hears from every note a difcord rife,
Till, paufing, on her tongue the mufic dies;
She hates each object, every face offends;
In every wish, her foul to Jafon fends;
With fharpen'd eyes the diftant lawns explores,
To find the object whom her foul adores:
At every whisper of the paffing air,
She starts, the turns, and hopes her Jason there:
Again the fondly looks, nor looks in vain ;
He comes, her Jafon fhines along the plain.
As wher, emerging from the watery way,
Refulgent Sirius lifts his golden ray,
He fhines terrific! for his burning breath
Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death:
Such to the nymph approaching Jason shows,
Bright author of unutterable woes;

Before her eyes a fwimming darkness spread,
Her flush'd cheek glow'd, her very heart was dead:
No more her knees their wonted office knew,
Fix'd, without motion, as to earth the grew;
Her train recedes; the meeting lovers gaze
In filent wonder, and in ftill amaze:
As two fair cedars on the mountain's brow,
Pride of the groves! with roots adjoining grow ;
Erect and motionless the ftately trees

Awhile remain, while fleeps each fanning breeze,
Till from th' Æolian caves a blast unbound
Bends theit proud tops, and bids their boughs re-
found;

Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love
Strongly at length infpir'd, they speak, they move:
With fmiles the love-fick virgin he furvey'd,
And fondly thus addreft the blooming maid:

Difmifs, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear;
'Tis Jafon fpeaks, no enemy is here!
Man, haughty man, is of obdurate kind;
But Jafon bears no proud, inhuman mind,
By gentleft manners, fofteft arts refin'd.
Whom wouldst thou fly? Stay, lovely virgin, ftay!
Speak every thought! far hence be fears away!
Spark! and be truth in every accent found!
Dread to deceive! we tread on hallow'd ground.
By the ftern power who guards this facred place,
By the illuftrious authors of thy race;
By Jove, to whom the stranger's cause belongs,
To whom the fuppliant, and who feels their wrongs;
O guard me, fave me, in the needful hour!
Without thy aid, thy Jafon is no more;
To thee a fuppliant, in diftrefs I bend,
To thee a stranger, and who wants a friend!
Then, when between us feas and mountains rife,
Medea's name fhall found in distant skies;
All Greece to thee fhall owe her heroes fates,
And blefs Medea through her hundred states.
The mother and the wife, who now in vain
Roll their fad eyes fait-ftreaming o'er the main,
Shall stay their tears; the mother, and the wife,
Shall bless thee for a fon's or husband's life!
Fair Ariadne, fprung from Minos' bed,
Sav'd the brave Thefeus, and with Thefeus fled,
For fook her father, and her native plain,
And stemm'd the tumults of the furging main
Yet the ftern fire relented, and forgave
The maid, whofe only crine it was to fave:

• Temple of Hecate.

"Ev'n the juft Gods forgave: and now on high
A ftar fhe fhines, and beautifies the sky:
What bleffings then fhall righteous heaven decree
For all our heroes fav'd, and fav'd by thee!
Heaven gave thee not, to kill, fo foft an air,
And cruelty fure never look'd fo fair!

He ceas'd; but left fo charming on her ear
His voice, that liftening ftill fhe feem'd to hear :
Her eye to earth the bends with modest grace,
And heaven in fmiles is open'd in her face.
A glance the steals; but rofy blushes spread
O'er her fair cheek, and then she drops her head:
A thousand words at once to speak she tries;
In vain but speaks a thousand with her eyes:
Trembling, the fhining casket the expands,
Then gives the magic virtue to his hands;
And had the power been granted to convey
Her heart-had given her very heart away.