IS06.] 



Origijial Poeiiy. 



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Nor in cottage or village could Will. am be 

 found, 

 TlioughTouiht for from morning till night ; 

 And in vain was lie callM on t.;e neighbour- 

 hood round, 

 For the neighbouring hills but re echoed the 

 found ; 

 And Kate was half v.ild ■■vith affright. 



A-s il>e ca'Td on her lover, defpairing, forlorn, 



Poor William, as luckUfs as fhe. 

 From his home and his hopes by a prefs- 



g;!ng was torn, 

 .And on buurJ the tall fliip was exultingly 

 borne, — 

 For William had once been at fea. 



By the pitilefs crew was no fympathy (hewn, 



His grief they but turn'd into jeft ; 

 And in vain to their leader liis wrongs he 



made known, 

 For their leader, by ccftom, quite callous 

 was grown, 

 And pity was baiiifh'd bis iM-eaft. 



Thp dlfadrous news, reaching Kitty at laft, 

 Tilake her bofom the harbour of care ; 



For her William ihe trembles at every blaft ; 



And memory, telling of joys that are paft. 

 But adds a freih gloom todefpair. 



Thus days, weeks, and months had conti- 

 nued their tli^bt, 

 When " Viit'ry" vel'ounJs through the 

 air I 

 Oh God ! how poor Kate ftrain'd her blight 



balls of fight 

 To gaze on their names who were (lain in the 

 fight. 

 And, dreadful — her William was there ! 



Broken-hearted, Ihe fank fi'om this turbulent 

 date ; 

 Her de.ith-bell was rung in the dale ; 

 She's cntomb'd where ihe ftood to be marry'd 



Of late, 

 And where all who pafs by heave a figh o'er 

 the f;!te 

 Of William ami Kate of the Vale ! C, 



MARY IMARTON. 



A EALI-AB. 



By JOHN M.iYNE. 



■pOOR William v/as lasded at bo.'iny Dum- 

 barton, 

 Where the ftieams from Lochlomond run 

 into the fea ; 

 At home, in fwcet Ireland, he left Mary 

 Marten, 

 With a child at her foot, and a babe on her ■ 

 knee ! 

 T)ic rt/inicnt marck'd OiT when the paffagc 

 was over ; 

 The route was for EnglpnJ, bjf land ail 

 ihc way ; 



No, never to halt j but, at Ramfgate at- 

 Do .'er, 

 Embark in the ihips that were then in th« 



Bay. 



Fond Mary, the while, in her fplrit quite 

 broken, 

 Difturb'd in hej- deep, and perplex'd in hsr 

 mind. 

 No letter from William, no tidings, no token, 

 Refolv'd to fet cut in all v.eatlier and 

 wind ! 



O! what, in this world, can deter a true 

 love. ? 

 It is not long journies by land or by fea s 

 Intent on her love, in a boat witYiout cover. 

 She crofj'd to Portpatrick from Duiia- 

 ghadee I 



The Irilli are true to humanity's claims. 

 And the Scots and the Engliih are nevef 

 unkind, 

 Poor Mary found friends from the Boyne to 

 the Thames, 

 As (he trud^;'d with her b.ibes in a wallet 

 behind ! 



Arriv'd at the coaft— by her forrowful tale. 

 She foften'd the captain to let her on 

 board ; 

 And never, O ! never did mariner fail 



With a couple like William to Mary re'« 

 ftor'd ! 



jiiigujl 23, 1806. 



LIXES 

 ADDRESSED TO MR. MONTGOMERT 



AUTHOR OF A VOtUJ.iE OF POEMS 

 LATELY PUBLISHED. 



'T'HO' Mifer^ ftole thee at thy birth, 



Tho' Fa61ion marked thee r'or his prey, . 

 And Euvy, lie keniiig at thy worth, . _ 



Obl'cured with clouds thine opening day. 



Enchanting minftrel ! thou could'fl fing, 

 Tho' fcowling daemons gazed around ; 



Anil touch the intevelHng ftring 



In the lone prifon's cheerlefs bound. . 



With lengthened notes, and mellower ftraln. 

 Now proudly foaring in thy might,' 



I hail thee, v.'und'rous youth ! again, 

 LxuUing in thy lol'tier flight. 



Whether I give thine awful " Grave" 



The tear of penitential woe ; 

 Skim thy rith "■ Oce..n's" varyiftg wave. 



Or ;eel the "Joy of Griet" overflow. 



Now with the aged Swifs eictend 



Wi\ ne .v-nervcd acm in i'la-itic heat; 



Or wcpiiig o'er thy " ['illow'' bend, 

 Tiil agony itfelf is fwccc. 



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