Didst thou roam the paths of danger, Hymenean joys to prove? Spare, O sanguinary stranger, Pledges of thy sacred love! Shall not Heaven, with indignation, Watch thee o'er the barb'rous deed? Shalt thou cleanse, with expiation, Monstrous, murd'rous, parricide? LOVE AND MADNESS. AN ELEGY. Written in 1795. HARK! Rous'd from drear visions of distemper'd sleep, Poor Bk wakes-in solitude to weep! "Cease, Mem'ry, cease (the friendless mourner cried) To probe the bosom too severely tried! Oh! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day, Warwick castle. |