S7Q ANNUAL REGISTER, 1805. 



<< In that day of desolation, 



Lady, I was captive made, 

 Bleeding for my Christian nation, 



By the walls of high Belgrade." 



" Captiye, could the brightest jewel 

 From my turban set thee free ? 



Lady, no ! the gift were cruel, 

 Ransom'd yet, if reft of thee." 



**Say, fair Princess, would It grieve thee 

 Christian realms should we behold ? 



No, fond knight, I would not leave thee. 

 Were thy ransom paid in gold." 



*' Stranger, know, my mother taught mc> 



Georgia's princely name she bore. 

 Ne'er to wed a chief that sought me, 

 ' Save the holy cross he wore." 



" And her spfrit would reprove me. 

 Should a Paynim share my hand^ 



Love me, then, for ever love mc, 

 Gentle knight of English iand.'" 



Now in hearen's bright expansion 

 Rose the midnight star to view, 



When, to quit her father's mansion, 

 Thrice she wept and bade adieu^ 



Tyrant foes in vain ye hover, 

 Turkish prows in vain ye ride. 



Safe and far the joyous lover 



Clasps his blooming Eastern bride. 



ON AN OAK, 



In VieK of a Seat in Oxfordshire-. 



(Originul.) 

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IN yon old venerable tree 

 Ah emblem of its owner see ; 

 Aloft he rears his reverend head, 

 Wide through the lawn his shadow spread; 

 Shelter affords alike to all. 

 The rich and poor, the great and small. 



Nor 



