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As o'er the heath, amid his steel-clad thanes,
The royal Duncan rode in martial pride; Where full to view, high-topp'd with glittering vanes, Macbeth's strong towers o'erhung the mountain's side.
In dusky mantle wrapp'd, a grizzly form
Rush'd with a giant's stride across his way, And thus, while howl'd around the rising storm, In hollow thund'ring accents pour'd dismay.
Stop, O king! thy destin'd course,
Hear'st thou not the raven's croak?
Lo, yon castle banners glare
Murder, like an eagle waits
Let not plighted faith beguile
Treason arm'd against thy life,
Now 'tis time, 'ere guilty night
On he goes!-resistless fate
TO E. S*** D.
WHEN shall I, my fair one, say,
Till thou in pity to my care,
"AND still shall beauty's fairy charm, "Breathe o'er my soul it's wanton fires; "Still passion wake the fond alarm "Of trembling hopes, of wild desires.
"Ofly! thou dear delusive dream,
"O hence! ye scenes, to fancy dear; "No more I'll muse the love-lorn theme, "No more I'll drop the pensive tear.
"Free as the light-wing'd airs of May "That wanton kiss each rosy sweet, "I'll laugh the moments wild away, "And court loose pleasure's glitt❜ring seat.
"The laugh, the song, and Bacchus' smile, "Shall give to joy the fleeting hour; "No more shall love, with secret guile, "Win a soft soul to beauty's power."
Thus spoke the heart from passion free,
I dread no more th' idalian boy !
Ah me!-poor, weak, unguarded heart,
Yet, yet again the magic dart
Strikes with new force each throbbing vein.
And now again all sad, and slow
"Go gentle lute, with softest air
"Breathe pity o'er my Delia's breast; "Thy sound shall melt the passion'd fair, "Her smile of love shall crown me blest.
"Go gentle lute, for Venus kind
"Bids her wing'd boy thy music swell; “Then happier ton'd, breathe all my woes, "And all thy master's sorrows tell.
"And sure the maid, whose tender eye
"Come golden hours, to fancy dear,
"When folded to her snowy breast.