AND COLIN.

LUCY AND

was written by Thomas Tickel, Efq; the celebra ted 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. Cragge, when fucceffively fecre taries of fate; and was lafily (in June 1724) appointed fecretary to the Lord Juftices in Ireland, which place he held till his death in 1740. He acquired Mr. Addison's patronage by a poem in praise of the opera of Rofamond written while he was at the University.

F Leinfter, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;

Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream
Reflect fo fair a face.

Till luckless love, and pining care,

Impair'd her rofy huc,

Her coral lips, and damask cheek,
And eyes of gloffy blue.

Oh! have you feen a lilly pale,
When beating rains defcend?
So droop'd the flow confuming maid;
Her life now near its end.

By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains,
Take heed ye easy fair :

Of vengeance due to broken vows
Ye perjur'd fwains beware.

Three times all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
And at her window, fhrieking thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew,
The folemn boding found;
And thus in dying words befpoke
The virgins weeping round,

"I hear a voice, you cannot hear,
"Which says I must not ftay:
"I fee a hand, you cannot fee,
"Which beckons me away.

"By a falfe heart, and broken vows, "In early youth I die. "Am I to blame, because his bride "Is thrice as rich as I?

Ah Colin give her not thy vows; "Vows due to me alone;

"Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs, "Nor think him all thy own.

"To-morrow in the Church to wed, "Impatient, both prepare;

"But know, fond maid, and know, falfe man "That Lucy will be there.

"Then bear my corfe: ye comrades, bear,
"The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
"He in his wedding trim fo gay,

"I in my winding fheet."

She spoke, fhe dy'd-her corfe was borne,
The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
He in his wedding trim fo gay,

She in her winding sheet.

Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
How were thofe nuptials kept;
The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept.

Confufion, fhame, remorfe, defpair,
At once his bofom fwell :
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He fhook, he groan'd, he fell.

From the vain bride, (ah bride no more)
The varying crimson fled,

When, ftretch'd before her rival's corfe,
She faw her husband dead.

Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling fwains,
One mould with her, beneath one fod,
For ever now remains.

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Oft at their grave the conftant hind
And plighted maid are seen ;
With garlands gay, and true-love knots,
They deck the facred green.

But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art, This hallow'd fpot forbear; Remember Colin's dreadful fate,

And fear to meet him there.