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LUCY AND COL I N.
was written by Thomas Tickel, Esq; the celebrated friend of Mr. Addison, and editor of his works. He was fon of a Clergyman in the north of England, had his education at Queen's college Oxon, was under-fecretary to Mr. Addison and Mr. Craggs, when successively fecretaries of Rate ; and was lastly (in June 1724) appointed secretary to the Lord Justices in Ireland, which place he beld till his death in 1740. He acquired Mr. Addison's patronage by a poem in praise of the opera of Rofaniond written while he was at the University.
F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Refle&t so fair a face.
Till luckless love, and pining care,
Impair'd her rofy hue,
And eyes of glofly blue.
Oh! have you seen a lilly pale,
When beating rains descend? So droop'd the slow consuming maid;
Her life now near its end.
By_Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains,
Take heed ye easy fair :
Ye perjur'd fwains beware.
Three times all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring; And at her window, shrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.
Too well the love-lorn maiden knew,
The folemn boding found ; And thus in dying words bespoke
The virgins weeping round,
" I hear a voice, you cannot hear,
“ Which says I must not stay: " I see a hand, you cannot see,
" Which beckons me away.
" By a false heart, and broken vows,
" In early youth I die. Ti Am I to blame, because his bride
• Is thrice as rich as I?
Ah Colin I give her not thy vows ; .66 Vows due to me alone; 66 Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,
". Nor think him all thy own.
66 To-morrow in the Church to wed,
“ Impatient, both prepare ; " But know, fond maid, and know, false man
" That Lucy will be there.
" Then bear my corse : ye comrades, bear,
“ The bridegroom blithe to meet ; “ He in his wedding trim so gay,
" I in my winding sheet."
She spoke, she dy'd-her corse was borne,
The bridegroom blithe to meet ; -He in his wedding trim so gay,
She in her winding sheet.
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
How were those nuptials kept ;
And all the village wept.
Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
At once his bosom swell :
He hook, he groan'd, he fell.
From the vain bride, (ah bride no more)
The varying crimson Aed,
She saw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling swains,