Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (38) Page 26Page 26Auld lang syne

(40) next ››› Page 28Page 28Gentle swain

(39) Page 27 - Leander on the bay
Then cafting round his eyes,,
Thus of his fate he did complain,
Ye cruel rocks, and fkies;
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main,
What 'tis to m'ifs
The lovers blifs,
Alas! ye do not know;
Make- me your wreck
As T come back,
But {pare me as Igo.
Loi yonder ftands the tower
Where my beloved Hero lies, >
And this is the appointed hour
Which fets to watch her longing eyes.
To his fond fuit
The god 8 were mute;
The billows anfwer, No;
Up to the fkies
The furges rife,
But fink the youth as low.
Meanwhile the wifhing maid,
Divided 'twixt- her care and love,
Now does his ftay upbraid; _
Now dreads he fhou'd the paffage prove:
fate! faid fhe,
Nor heaven,nor thee,
Our vows fhall e'er divide.
I'd leap this wall,
Cou'd I but fall
By my Leander's fide.
At length the riling fun
Did to her fight reveal too late,
That Hero was undone;
Not by Leander's fault, but fate .
Said fhe, I'll fhew,
' Tho'we are two.
Our love? s were ever one-;
This proof I'll give,
1 will not live.
Nor fhall he die alone. -
Down from the wall fhe leapt
Into the raging feas to him,
Courting each wave fhe met,
To teach her wearv'darms to fwini;
The fea-gods wept,
Nor longer kept
Her from her lovtr's fide.
When join'd at laft,
She grafp'd him faft,
Then figh*d,fmbrac'd,and dy'd.

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence