THE HERMIT OF WARKWORTH, BY THE REV. DR. PERCY. PART I. DARK RK was the night, and wild the ftorm, And loud the torrent's roar; And loud the fea was heard to dash Against the diftant shore. Mufing on man's weak baplefs ftate The lonely Hermit lay; When, lo! he heard a female voice Lament in fore dismay. With hofpitable hafte he rofe, And, wak'd his fleeping fire; And, fnatching up a lighted brand, All fad beneath a neighbouring tree Who beat her breast, and with her tears O weep not, lady, weep not so, My little cell fhall fhelter thee, And keep thee safe from harm. It is not for myself I weep, Nor for myfelf I fear; But for my dear and only friend, Who lately left me here: |