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< While Guilford's wife : thee rather I obey,
- Than o'er mankind extend-imperial sway.
• When we lie down in fume obfcure retreat,
• Incens'd Maria may her rage forget;
« And I to death my duty will improve,
• And what you miss in empire add in love !
• Your godlike foul is open'd in your look,
• And I have faintly your great meaning spoke.
& For this alone I'm pleas'd I wore the crown,
To find with what content we lay it down.
• Heroes may win, but?tis a heav'nly'rače
· Can quit a throne with a becoming grace.'

Thus spoke the fairest of her sex, and chear'd'
Her drooping lord, whofe boding bofom fear'd
A darker cloud of ills would búrst, and med
Severer vengeance on her guiltless head.
Too juft, alas! the terrors which he felt;
For, lo! a guard !--forgive him if he melt
How sharp her pangs, when sever'd from his fide!
The most sincerely lov'd and loving bride
In space confin'd, the Muse forbears to tell ;
Deep was her anguish, but she bore it well :
His pain was equal, but his virtue lefs ;
He thought in grief there could be no excefs.
Penfive he fat, o'ercast with gloomy care,
And often fondly clasp'd his abfent fair ;
Now, filent, wander'd thro' his rooms of state,
And ficken’d at the pomp, and tax'd his fate,
Which thus adorn'd, in all her shining store, 'tiya
A splendid wretch, magnificently poor.
Now on the bridal-bed his eyes were cast,
And anguish fed on his enjoyments past ;
Each recollected pleasure made him smart,
And ev'ry transport ftabb'd him to the heart,

That happy moon which summond to delight,
That moon which shone on his dear nuptial night!

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Which saw him fold her yet untafted charms,
(Deny'd to princes) in his longing arms;
Now sees the transient blessing fleet away,
Empire and love, the vision of a day!

Thus, in the British clime, a summer-storm *!!!
Will oft the smiling face of heav'n deform;
The winds with violence at once defcend,
Sweep flow'rs and fruits, and make the forest bend; :
A sudden winter, while the sun is near,
O’ercomes the season, and inverts the year.

But whither is the captive borne away,
The beautecus captive! from the chearful day?...
The scene is chang'd, indeed! before her eyes
Ill-boding looks and unknown horrors rise ;
For pomp and splendour, for her guard and crown;
A gloomy dungeon, and a keeper's frown:
Black thoughts, each morn, invade the lover's breast;
Each night a ruffian locks the queen to reft.

Ah, mournful change, if judg'd by vulgar minds !
But Suffolk's daughter it's advantage finds.
Religion's force divine is best display'd

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In deep desertion of all human aid : ti si
To fuccour in extremes is her delight,
And chear the heart when terror strikes the fight.
We, disbelieving our own senses, gaze,
And wonder what a mortal's heart can raised
To triumph o'er misfortunes, smile in grief,... }
And comfort those who come to bring relief:. 3132432
We gaze ; and, as we gaze, wealth, fame, decay, svid
And all the world's vain glories fade away!
Against her cares fhe rais'd a dauntless mind;

man with And with an ardent heart, but most relign’d, Deep in the dreadful gloom, with pious heat, Amid the silence of her dark retreat, Address'd her God_! Almighty Pow'r Divine ! • 'Tis thine to raise, and to depress' is thine ;i:

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• With honour to light up the name unknown, 1 v. • Or to put out the luftre of a throne.

1171 • In my short span, both fortunes I have prov'd; « And tho' with ill frail nature will be mov'd, • I'll bear it well : (0 strengthen me to bear!) « And if my piety may claim thy care; • If I remember'd, in youth's giddy heat, • And tumult of a court, a future state,

. O favour, when thy mercy I implore,
• For one who never guilty fceptre bore !
• 'Twas I receiv'd the crown ; my lord is free :
• If it must fall, let vengeance fall on me;
• Let him furvive, his country's name to raise,
• And in a guilty land to speak thy praise !
. O may th’indulgence of a father's love,
« Pour'd forth on me, be doubled from above!
• If thefe are safe, I'll think my pray’rs succeed,
• And bless thy tender mercies whilft I bleed.'

'Twas now the mournful eve before that day
In which the queen to her full wrath gave way ;
Thro' rigid justice rush'd into offence,
And drank, in zeal, the blood of innocence.
The fun went down in clouds, and seem'd to mourn
The fad necessity of his return ;
The hollow wind, and melancholy rain,
Or did, or was imagin'd to complain ;
The tapers caft an inauspicious light;
Stars there were none, and doubly dark the night.

Sweet Innocence in chains can take her reft :
Soft slumber gently creeping thro’ her breast,
She finks; and in her fleep is re-enthron'd,
Mock'd by a gaudy dream, and vainly crown’d. En
She views her fleets and armies, feas and land,
And stretches wide her shadow of command :
With royal purple is her vision hung;
By phantom hofts are shouts of conquest rung;


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วะ1. That dy'd in birth, that hone, and were no more! 4: 56 She turns her fide, and foon resumes a state

1 Of mind well fuited to her alter'd fate;

no IL Serene, tho' serious; when dread tidings come ...! 1:') (Ah, wretched Guilford !) of her instant doom. 3. 95) Sun, hide thy beams ! in clouds as black as night Thy face involve ; be guiltless of the fight!... Or haste more swiftly to the western main,

Wir Nor let her blood the conscious day-light fain!

Oh, how fevere! to fall fo new a bride, Yet blushing from the priest, in youthful pride;" HRT When Time had juft matur'd each perfect grace, sar] Wir And open'd all the wonders of her face livros To leave her Guilford dead to all relief, Fond of his woe, and obstinate in grief. Unhappy fair! whatever fancy drew, (Vain promis’d blessings !) vanish from her view. is my No train of chearful days, endearing nights ; No sweet domestick joys, and chaste delights; Pleasures that blossom e’en from doubts arid fears, And bliss and rapture rising out of cares : No little Guilford, with paternal grace,

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Who, when her deareft father shall return,
From pouring tears on her untimely urn,
Might comfort to his filver hairs impart,
And fill her place in his indulgent heart;
As where fruits fall quick-rising blossoms smile,
And the bless’d Indian of his cares beguile.

In vain these various reasons jointly press
To blacken death, and heighten her distress;
She thro' th' encircling terrors darts her fight
To the bless'd regions of eternal light, 1.'"
And fills her soul with peace: to weeping friends
Her father and her lord he recommends,
Unmov'd herfelf. Her foes her air survey,

rage to see their malice thrown away.
She foars ! now nought on earth detains her care
But Guilford, who still struggles for his fhare :
Still will his form importunately rife,
Clog and retard her transport to the skies.
As trembling flames now take a feeble flight,
Now catch the brand with a returning light;
Thus her soul onward, from the seats above
Falls fondly back, and kindles into love.
At length the conquers in the doubtful field;
That Heav'n. The feeks will be her Guilford's field.
Now Death is welcome ! his approach is flow;
'Tis tedious longer to expect the blow.

Oh, mortals ! short of fight, who think the past
O’erblown misfortune ftill shall prove the last ;
Alas! misfortunes travel in a train,
And oft in life form one perpetual chain ;
Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend,
Till life and forrow meet one common end.

She thinks that she has nought but death to fear,
And death is conquer'd. Worse than death is'near
Her rigid trials are not yet compleat ;
The news arrives of her great father's fate.

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