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“ And when you first to me made suit,
How fair I was you oft would say! And, proud of conquest-pluck'd the fruit,
Then left the blossom to decay. “Yes, now neglected and despis'd,
The rose is pale—the lily's dead-
Is, sure, the cause those charms are fled. « For know, when sick’ning grief doth prey,
And tender love's repaid with scorn, The sweetest beauty will decay
What flow'ret can endure the storm? "At court, I'm told is beauty's throne,
Where every lady's passing rare;
Are not so glowing, not so fair. “ Then Farl, why didst thou leave the beds
Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades
Must sicken-when those gaudes are by? 'Mong rural beauties I was one,
Among the fields wild flow'rs are fair; Some country swain might me have won,
, And thought my beauty passing rare. “ But, Leicester, or I much am wrong,
Or 'tis not beauty lures thy vows; Rather ambition's gilded crown
Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. “Then Leicester, why, again I plead,
(The injur'd surely may repine,) Why didst thou wed a country maid,
When some fair princess might be thiner “Why didst thou praise my humble charms,
And oh! then leave them to decay? Why didst thou win me to thy arms,
Then leave me to mourn the live-long day. « The village maidens of the plain
Salute me lowly as they go; Envious they mark my silken train,
Nor think a Countess can have wo.
"The simple nymphs! they little know;
How far more happy's their estate-
To be content—than to be great.
Daily to pine and waste with-care!
poor plant that from its stem
The humble charms of solitude;
By sullen frowns or pratings rude.
The village death-bell smote my ear;
Countess, prepare—thy end is near.
Here I sit lonely and forlorn;
Save Philomel on yonder thorn.
“My spirits flagmy hopes decay
still that dread death-bell smites my ear; And
many a boding seems to say,
In Cumpor Hall so lone and drear,
And let fall many a bitter tear.
In Cumnir Hall so lone and drear,
And many a cry of mortal fear.
An aerial voice was heard to call,
Around the tow'rs of Cumnor Hall.
The mastiff howlid at village door,
The oaks were shatter'd on the green; Wo was the hour-for never more
That hapless Countess e'er was seen.
And in that manor now no more
Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball,
Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall.
Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall;
Among the groves of Cumnor Hall.
And pensive wept the Countess' fall,
The haunted tow'rs of Cumnor Hall.
Art. XX-Literary Intelligence. We have been favoured with the perusal of a portion of a very interesting work, now in the press, in this city, entitled, an “Account of an Expedition from Pittsburg to the Rocky Mountains, performed in the years 1819–20, by order of the Hon. J. C. Calhoun, Secretary of War, under the command of S. H. Long, Major, United States Topographical Engineers:--from the notes of Major Long, Mr. T. Say, and other gentlemen attached to the Expedition:-compiled by Edwin James." - This work embraces a variety of Topographical information both general and particular, relative to the region traversed by the Expedition, and is accompanied by Maps, on which are delineated the routes of the Exploring party, and the most important geographical features of the country. It will be embellished also with several plates presenting landscape and other views, together with a geological Chart, exhibiting two vertical sections on the parallels of 35 and 41 degrees of North Latitude. The subjects of particular description, in addition to a brief outline of the geology of the country, are animals, plants, &c., hitherto not described. Numerous anecdotes and descriptions illustrative of the character, customs, &c., of the Savages, are introduced,also vocabularies of several Indian languages, together with a series of meteorological and astronomical observations taken on the Expedition, The work will be comprised in two volumes octavo, of about 500 pages each.
MR. W. H. IRELAND, is preparing for the press, France for the last Seven Years, containing facts, and much valuable information hitherto unknown, with anecdotes, &c.
MR. CHARLES Mills, author of the learned History of the Crusades, has published the first part, comprizing Italy, of Travels in various countries of Europe, at the time of the revival of Letters and Arts,