"In humble, simplest habit clad, "The blossom opening to the day, To emulate his mind. "The dew, the blossoms of the tree, With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his -but, woe to me! Their constancy was mine. "For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And, while his passion touched my heart, I triumphed in his pain. “Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; "And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, "Forbid it, Heaven!" the Hermit cried, And clasped her to his breast: The wondering fair one turned to chide"T was Edwin's self that pressed! "Turn, Angelina, ever dear! Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And shall we never, never part, "No, never from this hour to part! The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too!" THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. BY DR. PERCY. "IT is old and plain; The spinners and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth (simple trnth), And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age."-SHAKSPEARE. Ir was a Friar of Orders Gray, And he met with a Lady fair, Clad in a pilgrim's weeds. "Now, Christ thee save, thou reverend friar! pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see?" "And how should I know your true love,* From many another one?" "O, by his cockle † hat, and staff, And by his sandal shoon." * Hamlet, act iv., sc. v. †The cockle-shell was worn by pilgrims, as an indication of their having passed the sea in their pilgrimage, or intending to pass it. "But chiefly, by his face and mien, That were so fair to view; His flaxen locks, that sweetly curled, "O, he is dead and gone, Lady! "Within these holy cloisters long And plaining of her pride. "Here bore him barefaced on his bier + Six proper youths and tall, And many a tear bedewed his grave, "And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! “O, weep not, lady, weep not so! "O do not, do not, holy friar, My sorrow now reprove; "And now, alas! for thy sad loss, For thee I only wish'd to live, For thee I wish to die." "Weep no more, lady, weep no more, For, violets plucked, the sweetest showers "Our joys as winged dreams do fly - Grieve not for what is past.' "O! say not so, thou holy friar, For since my true-love died for me, "And will he ne'er more come again!* Ah! no, he 's dead, and laid in his grave, "His cheek was redder than the rose, But he is dead, and laid in his grave,― 66 'Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. † "Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, For young men ever were fickle found, * Hamlet, act 4, sc. 5. + Much Ado about Nothing, act 2, sc. 3. I Ibid. |