496] ANNUAL REGISTER, 1796. 
Seen her, in short, in ev’ry part, 
Discernment, temper, figure, heart, 
So perfe@t, that ’till Heav’n remove her ! 
I must admire, court her, love her. 
Molly, I speak the thing I mean ; 
So rare a woman I have seen ; 
And send this honest glass, that you 
Where’er you please, may see her too! 
‘LEN O R A. 
A BALLAD, FROM BURGER. 
From the Monthly Magazine. 
Fhe following translation (made some years since) of a celebrated piece, of 
which other versions have appeared, possesses so much peculiar and intrin= 
sic merit, that we have given it the preference in this Seleétion. 
De break of day, with frightful dreams 
Lenora struggled sore : 
My William, art thou slain, say’d she, 
Or dost thou love no more? 
He went abroade with Richard’s host, 
The Paynim foes to quell : 
But he no word to her had writ, 
An he were sick or well. 
With sowne of trump, and beat of drum, 
His fellow-soldvers come; 
Their helmes bydeckt with oaken boughs, 
They seek their long’d-for home. 
And ev’ry roade and ev’ry Iane 
Was full of old and young, 
To gaze at the rejoicing band, 
To hail with gladsome toung. 
*© Thank God!’ their wives and children saide, - 
** Welcome !’? the brides did saye : ' 
But greete or kiss Lenora gave 
To none upon that daye. 
She askte of all the passing traine, 
For him she wisht to see: 
But none of all the passing traine 
Could tell if lived hee. 
And when the soldyers all were bye, 
She tore her raven haire, 
And cast herself upon the growne 
In furious despaire. Her 
