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And ravish'd was that constant heart,
Amid those unrelenting flames,
She bore this constant heart to see; But when 'twas mould'red into dust, "Now, now," she cry'd, "I'll follow thee.
"My death, my death alone can show
The dismal scene was o'er and past,
The lover's mournful hearse retir'd; The maid drew back her languid head, And, sighing forth his name, expir'd.
Tho' justice ever must prevail,
So sad, so tender, yet so true.
COLIN AND LUCY.
OF Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Till luckless love and pining care
Her coral lip, and damask cheek,
Oh! have you seen a lily pale,
By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains
Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Three times, all in the dead of night,
Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
"I hear a voice you cannot hear,
"By a false heart, and broken vows,
Am I to blame, because his bride
"Ah Colin! give not her thy vows ; Vows due to me alone:
Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,
"To-morrow in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare:
But know, fond maid, and know, false man, That Lucy will be there.
"Then bear my corpse, ye comrades, bear, The bridegroom blithe to meet;
He in his wedding trim so gay,
She spoke, she dy'd ;-her corse was borne,
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
From the vain bride (ah, bride no more!)
When, stretch'd before her rival's corse,
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Oft at their grave the constant hind
But, swain forsworn; whoe'er thou art,
WAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Her face was like an April morn,
So shall the fairest face appear,
When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Her bloom was like the springing flower,
The rose was budded in her cheek,