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THE bell ftrikes one.
But from its lofs.
We take no note of time,
To give it then a tongue,
Is wife in man.
I feel the folemn found. If heard aright,
As if an angel spoke,
It is the knell of my departed hours.
Where are they?-With the years beyond the flood.
How much is to be done! My hopes, and fears,
How poor, how rich, how abject, how auguft,
SOLILOQUY AND PRAYER OF EDWARD THE BLACK PRINCE, BEFORE THE BATTLE OF POICTIERS.
HE hour advances, the decifive hour,
"The weak exift, the virtuous are fecure.
"If, to your facred laws obedient ever,
THE COUNTRY SCHOOL MASTER,
BESIDE yon ftraggling fence, that skirts the way
With bloffom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noify manfion, fkill'd to rule, The village-mafter taught his little school.A man severe he was, and ftern to view: I knew him well; and every truant knew. Well had the bodying tremblers learnt to trace The day's difafters in his morning face: Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes-for many a joke had he: Full well the bufy whisper, circling round, Convey'd the difmal tidings, when he frown'd. Yet he was kind; or, if fevere in aught, `. The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declar'd how much he knew. "Twas certain he could write-and cypher too: Lands he could measure; terms and tides prefage And, even the story ran, that he could-gauge. In arguing too, the parfon own'd his skill; For, ev'n though vanquish'd, he could argue ftill: While words of learned length and thund'ring found, Amaz'd the gazing ruftics rang'd around; -And ftill they gazed, and ftill the wonder grew,. That one fmall head-could carry all he knew.
AST by the margin of a moffy rill,
That wander'd, gurgling, down a heath-clad hill, An ancient shepherd ftood, opprefs'd with woe, And ey'd the ocean's flood that fum❜d below; Where; gently rocking, on the rifing tide, A fhip's unwonted form was feen to ride. Unwonted, well I ween, for ne'er before Had touch'd one keel the folitary shore; Nor had the fwain's rude footsteps ever ftray'd, Beyond the shelter of his native fhade. His few remaining hairs were filver gray, And his rough face-had seen a better day. Around him, bleating, ftrayed a fcanty flock; And a few goats o'erhung the neighbouring rock. One faithful dog his forrows feemed to fhare, And ftrove with many a trick, to ease his care. While o'er his furrow'd cheek, the falt drops ran, He tun'd his ruftic reed, and thus began.
"FAREWELL! Farewell! dear Caledonia's ftrand; Rough though thou be, yet ftill my native land: Exil'd from thee, I seek a foreign shore, Friends, kindred, country, to behold no more. By hard oppreffion driven, my helpless age, That should, e'er now, have left life's bustling stage, Is forc'd the ocean's boist'rous breaft to brave, In a far diftant land to feek a grave.
"THOU dear companion of my happier life, Now to the grave gone down, my virtuous wife!
'Twas here you rear'd, with fond maternal pride,
"BUT ah, fad change! those bleffed days are o'er, And peace, content, and fafety, charm no more: Another lord now rules these wide domains, The avaricious tyrant of the plains. Far, far from hence, he revels life away, In guilty pleasure our poor means must pay. The moffy plains, the mountains barren brow, Muft now be tortur'd by the tearing plough, And, spite of nature, crops be taught to rise, Which, to thefe northern climes, wife heav'n denies,
<< ON you, dear native land! from whence I part, Reft the best bleffing-of a broken heart. If, in fome future hour, the foe fhall land His hoftile legions on Britannia's ftrand, May the not, then, th' alarum found in vain, Nor mifs her banish'd thousands on the plain.
"FEED on, my fheep: for though depriv'd of me, My cruel foes fhall your protectors be; For their own fakes, fhall pen your ftraggling flocks, And fave your lamkins from the rav'nous fox.
"FEED on, my goats: another now fhall drain
"BUT, hark! my fons loud call me from the vale ; And, lo! the veffel fpreads her fwelling fail