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A DIRGE.

By CHATTERTON, whose melancholy history is known to every

reader.

O! SING unto my roundelay,

O! drop the briny tear with me,

Dance no more at holiday,

Like a running river be:
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,
All under the willow tree.

Black his hair as the winter night,
White his skin as the summer snow,
Ruddy his face as the morning light,
Cold he lies in the grave below:
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,

All under the willow tree.

Hark! the raven flaps his wing,

In the brier'd dell below;
Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing,
To the night-mares as they go :
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,

All under the willow tree.

See! the white moon shines on bigh ;
Whiter is my true love's shroud;
Whiter than the morning sky,

Whiter than the evening cloud:
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,

All under the willow tree.

Here, upon my true-love's grave,
Shall the barren flowers be laid,

Nor one holy saint to save

VOL. II.

All the coldness of a maid:

My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,
All under the willow tree.

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With my bands I'll bind the briers,
Round his holy corse to gre,
Elfin-fairy, light your fires,
Here my body still shall be:
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,

All under the willow tree.

Come, with acorn-cup and thorn,
Drain my heart's blood all away:
Life and all its good I scorn,
Dance by night, or feast by day:
My love is dead,

Gone to his death-bed,

All under the willow tree.

Water-witches, crown'd with reytes,
Bear me to your deadly tide.
I die I come-my true-love waits
Thus the damsel spake, and died.

SONG.

A graceful translation, by BRYANT, of a graceful lyric by INGLESIAS, a poet of Spain.

ALEXIS calls me cruel;

The lifted crags that hold
The gather'd ice of winter,
He says, are not more cold;

When even the very blossoms
Around the fountain's brim
And forest walks can witness
The love I bear to him.

I would that I could utter

My feelings without shame,
And tell him how I love him,
Nor wrong my virgin fame.

Alas! to seize the moment
When heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
Is not a woman's part.

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