5 6 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



*' He mould not footh alone. Vain thought ! perchance 270 



" Both perifh'd at Efopus do not blufh, 



*' It was not thou that lit the ruthlefs flame; 



" It was not thou, that, like remorfelefs Cain, 



" Thirfted for Brother's blood : thy heart difdains 



" The favage imputation. Reft thee there, 275 



** And, tho' thoii pitieft, yet forbear to grace, 



" A wretched Alien, and a Rebel deem'd,, 



" With honors ill-befeeming her to claim. 



" My wim, thou know'ft, was humble as my flate ; 



" I only begg'd a little woodbine bower, 280 



" Where I might fit and weep, w'hfle all around 



" The lilies and the blue bells hung their heads 



" In feeming fympathy." " Does then the fcene 



" Difpleafe ?" the difappointed lover cry'd ; 



" Alas ! too much it pleafes," figh'd the fair ; 285 



i c Too ftrongly paints the paflion which flern Fate 



" Forbids me to return ;" '* Doft thou then love 



" Some happier youth ?" ." No, tell thy generous foul 



-*' Indeed I do not.*' More ihe would have faid, 



But 



