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In vain be weeps, in vain he sighs,

Her cheek is cold as ashes;

Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes

To lift their silken lashes.

LOVE AND MADNESS,

AN ELEGY.

WRITTEN IN 1795.

HARK! from the battlements of yonder tower a

The solemn bell has toll'd the midnight hour!
Roused from drear visions of distemper'd sleep,
Poor B- k wakes—in solitude to weep!

"Cease, Memory, cease (the friendless mourner

cried)

To probe the bosom too severely tried!

Oh! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray

Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day

a Warwick Castle.

When youthful HOPE, the music of the mind,

Tuned all its charms, and E――n was kind!

"Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling

frame,

In sighs to speak thy melancholy name?

I hear thy spirit wail in every storm!

In midnight shades I view thy passing form!
Pale as in that sad hour when doom'd to feel,
Deep in thy perjured heart, the bloody steel!

"Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command I grasp'd the sword with more than woman's hand, Say ye, did Pity's trembling voice control, Or horror damp the purpose of my soul? No! my wild heart sat smiling o'er the plan, Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began!

"Yes

; let the clay-cold breast that never knew

One tender pang to generous Nature true,

Half-mingling pity with the gall of scorn,

Condemn this heart, that bled in love forlorn!

"And ye, proud fair, whose soul no gladness warms, Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms! Delighted idols of a gaudy train,

Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain,
When the fond faithful heart, inspired to prove
Friendship refined, the calm delight of love,
Feels all its tender strings with anguish torn,
And bleeds at perjured Pride's inhuman scorn!

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Say, then, did pitying Heaven condemn the deed, When Vengeance bade thee, faithless lover! bleed? Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow, What time thy bosom scorn'd its dearest vow! Sad, though I wept the friend, the lover changed, Still thy cold look was scornful and estranged, Till from thy pity, love, and shelter thrown, I wander'd hopeless, friendless, and alone!

"Oh! righteous Heaven! 'twas then my

tortured soul

First gave to wrath unlimited control!

Adieu the silent look! the streaming eye!

The murmur'd plaint! the deep heart-heaving sigh! Long-slumbering Vengeance wakes to bitter deeds;

He shrieks, he falls, the perjured lover bleeds!

Now the last laugh of agony is o'er,

And pale in blood he sleeps, to wake no more!

""Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns: Nature relents, but, ah! too late returns!

Why does my soul this gush of fondness feel?
Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel!
Cold on my heart the hand of terror lies,
And shades of horror close my languid eyes!

"Oh! 'twas a deed of Murder's deepest grain! Could B- -k's soul so true to wrath remain ?

A friend long true, a once fond lover fell!

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Where Love was foster'd could not Pity dwell?

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