HARK! from the battlements of yonder tower * The folemn bell has toll'd the midnight hour! Rous'd from drear vifions of diftemper'd fleep, Poor B -k wakes-in folitude to weep! Cease, Mem'ry, cease (the friendless mourner cry'd), To probe the bofom too feverely tried! Oh! ever cease, my penfive thoughts, to stray Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day: *Warwick Castle. 6 When youthful Hope, the music of the mind, Tun'd all its charms, and E---n was kind! เอ "Yet, can I ceafe, while glows this trembling frame, In fighs to fpeak thy melancholy name! I hear thy fpirit wail in every storm! In midnight shades I view thy paffing form! Pale as in that fad hour, when doom'd to feel, 15 Deep in thy perjur'd heart the bloody steel! "Demons of Vengeance! ye at whofe command No! my wild heart fat fmiling o'er the plan, Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began! 20 "Yes; let the clay-cold breast, that never knew One tender pang to generous Nature true, Half-mingling pity with the gall of fcorn, Condemn this heart that bled in love forlorn ! 25 "And ye, proud fair, whose fouls no gladness warms, Save Rapture's homage to your confcious charms! Delighted idols of a gaudy train! 66 Say, then, did pitying Heav'n condemn the deed, 35 When Vengeance bade thee, faithlefs lover! bleed? |