THE BANKS OF THE YARROW. WHILE HILE the Moon-beams all bright, I weep on his Dwelling fo narrow; And high o'er his grave The willow-trees wave, Who died, on the Banks of the Yarrow! 'Twas under their fhade Hand in hand as we ftray'd, He fell, by the flight of an arrow; And faft from the wound, His blood ftain'd the ground, Who died, on the Banks of the Yarrow! Now lonely I move Thro' the Lab'rinths of Love, Whofe echoes figh deep with my forrow; I mourn-but in vain I figh for the Swain. Who died on the Banks of the Yarrow! As wildly I rave And look on his grave, Diftraction my foul feems to harrow: And bleft were my doom. Could I fink in his Tomb, Who died, -on the Banks of the Yarrow! ROACH S BEAUTIES OF THE POETS N RESIGNATION The dying Christian to his Soul Cand Ode to Solitude Hymn on Gratitude Murray. Cruikshank To help my Fancy in the Smooth green turf He out the figures of the marshall'd hosts" TONDON) Home Printed by & for J. Roach at the Britannia Printing Office Wobur Sheet New Drury Theatre Royal Octo”31 1794 |