WILLIAM AND MARGARET. "TWAS at the silent solemn hour Her face was like an April morn And clay-cold was her lily hand So shall the fairest face appear Her bloom was like the springing flow'r The rose was budded in her cheek, But Love had, like the canker-worm, Consum'd her early prime : The rose grew pale, and left her cheek; She died before her time. Awake!' she cried, thy true love calls, Come from her midnight grave; Now let thy pity hear the maid Thy love refus'd to save. This is the dumb and dreary hour When injur'd ghosts complain, When yawning graves give up their dead To haunt the faithless swain. Bethink thee, William! of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath, And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep? Why did you swear my eyes were bright, Yet leave those eyes to weep? How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Why did you say my lip was sweet, And why did I, young witless maid! That face, alas! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear; And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But, hark! the cock has warn'd me hence; A long and late adieu! Come see, false man! how low she lies Who died for love of you." The lark sung loud, the morning smil'd With beams of rosy red; Pale William quak'd in every limb, And raving left his bed. He hied him to the fatal place Where Margaret's body lay, And stretch'd him on the green-grass turf That wrapp'd her breathless clay. And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name, And thrice he wept full sore; Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, HAWKINS BROWN E. A PIPE OF TOBACCO: IMITATION I. A NEW YEAR'S ODE. RECITATIVE, OLD battle-array, big with horror, is fled, And olive rob'd Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the blessing of peace; Was ever a nation so blessed as this? AIR. When summer suns grow red with heat, RECITATIVE. Like Neptune, Cæsar guards Virginian fleets, AIR. Happy mortal, he! who knows Pleasure which a Pipe bestows; RECITATIVE. Let foreign climes the vine and orange boast, AIR. Smiling years, that gayly run Round the zodiac, with the sun Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene. British sons no longer, now, Hurl the bar, or twang the bow; Nor of crimson combat think, But securely smoke and drink. CHORUS. Smiling years, that gayly run Round the zodiac, with the sun, Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene. IMITATION II. LITTLE tube, of mighty power, Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my warm desire, Who, when again the night returns, Vol. II. HAWKINS BROWNE. A PIPE OF TOBACCO: IMITATION I. A NEW-YEAR'S ODE. RECITATIVE. LD battle-array, big with horror, is fled, OLD And olive rob'd Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the blessing of peace; Was ever a nation so blessed as this? AIR. When summer suns grow red with heat, RECITATIVE, Like Neptune, Cæsar guards Virginian fleets, AIR. Happy mortal, he! who knows RECITATIVE. Let foreign climes the vine and orange boast, |