GILDEROY. THE last, the fatal hour is come, The bell has toll'd: it shakes my heart; No bosom trembles for thy doom; Oh, Gilderoy! bethought we then Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen, Ah! little thought I to deplore Ye cruel, cruel, that combined A long adieu! but where shall fly Yes! they will mock thy widow's tears, And hate thine orphan boy; Alas! his infant beauty wears The form of Gilderoy. Then will I seek the dreary mound S ADELGITHA. THE ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, She wept, deliver'd from her danger; "For he is in a foreign far land Whose arm should now have set me free; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead, or false to me.” 66 Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!"He raised his vizor-At the sight She fell into his arms and fainted; It was indeed her own true knight! ---- ABSENCE. 'Tis not the loss of love's assurance, The fondest thoughts two hearts can cherish, What though, untouch'd by jealous madness, Absence! is not the soul torn by it, From more than light, or life, or breath ? "Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet,— The pain without the peace of death! THE RITTER BANN. THE Ritter Bann from Hungary While other knights held revels, he Slow paced his lonely room. There enter'd one whose face he knew, Whose voice, he was aware, He oft at mass had listen'd to, In the holy house of prayer. "Twas the Abbot of St James's monks, A fresh and fair old man: His reverend air arrested even But seeing with him an ancient dame, The Ritter's colour went and came, |