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Thanks for your news, illustrious lords, she cried;
I greet the doom that must my griefs decide :
Sad though it be, though sense must shriek from pain,
But had the fatal sentence reach'd my ears
In France, in Scotland, with my husband crown'd, Not age itself could have allayed my fears,
And my poor heart had shudder'd at the sound. But now immur'd for twenty tedious years,
Where nought my listening cares can catch around But fearful noise of danger and alarms,
The frequent threat of death, and constant din of arms,
Ah! what have I in dying to bemoan?
What punishment in death can they devise For her who living only lives to groan,
And see continual death before her eyes?
Who death expects feels more than he who dies :-
Where have I e'er repos'd in silent night,
But death's stern image stalk'd around my bed?
Did fortune ever aid my war or flight,
Or grant a refuge for my hapless head? Still at my life some fearful phantom aim'd,
My draughts with poison drugg'd, my towers with treachery flamed.
And now with fatal certainty I know
Is come the hour that my sad being ends,
Where life must perish with a single blow;
Then mark her death whom steadfast faith attenās:
I meet my death-or rather I should say,
LOVE AT FIrst sight,
BY THE SAME,
Translated by the same.
NOdigan que es menester
Mucho tiempo para amar;
Marques de las Navaş.
Let no one say that there is need
Of time for love to grow; Ah no! the love that kills indeed Dispatches at a blow.
The spark which but by slow degrees Is nursed into a flame,
Is habit, friendship, what you picase; But love is not its name.
For love to be completely true,
To write, to sigh,and to converse,
'Tis to put passion out to nurse, And send one's heart to school.
'Tis she alone shall glad my sight, Whose absence leaves me no delight.
Laura Winter's gloom can charin,
AN ODE, BY THE SAME.
APTUROUS Fancy! lend thy lyre,
Aptly to strike the deep-ton'd shell,
Thee, goddess, and thy wand'ring ways.
Untaught by thee, what Poet
How dares attempt Parnassus' height?
Belov'd and welcom'd by the Muse;
Twas when the steed th' Aonian mount