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Bat hark ! -- the cock has warn'd me hence-
A long and late adieu !
Come fee, falfe man ! how low fhe lies,
That dy'd for love of you.
The lark fung out, the morning fmiTd,
And raised her glill'ring head :
Pale William quak'd in every limb ;
Then, raving, left his bed.
He hy'd him to the fatal place
Where Margarets body lay,
And ftretch'd him o'er the green grafs turf
That wrapt her breathlefs clay.
And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name,
And thrice he wept full fore :
Then laid his cheek on her cold grave,
And word fpoke never more. D. M.
The Complain t.
TH E fun was funk beneath the hill,
The weftern cloud was lin'd with gold ;
Clear was the sky, the wind was ftill,
The flocks were pen'd within the fold j
When in the filence of the grove,
Poor Damon thus defpair'd of love.
Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe,
From the hard rock or oozy beech ;
Who from each weed that barren grows,
Expe&s the grape or downy peach ?
With equal faith may hope to find
The truth of love in womankind.
No flocks have I, or fleecy care,
No fields that wave with golden grain,
No paftures green, or gardens fair,
A woman's venal heart to gain.
Then