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ee "Mong birds, or beafts, \@ never yiew'd be= 
Mis fore, 
st A fight fo dreadful ; madly | wound no more 
66 That mangled body j—-from the tree de- 
«6 {cend, 
#¢ And meet in me, a kind and powerful friend. 
_6© As I’m the daughter ofa king, T fwear, 
“¢ If you'll the {tory of your woes declare, 
«¢ Thofe forrows to affuage, by | every aid, 
© And heal the wounds your frantic rage has 
¢¢ made.” 
She ceas’d—-the Falcon made her no ae 
Bat beat her fides and gave a piercing crys 
And fainting, fell toearth; all fenie was fled, 
And the furrounding dornfels thought her dead. 
But Canace the fainting bird fuftain’d ~ 
‘Within her arms, sill hovering life regain’d 
It’s wonted. feat; at le: agth, in ‘accenté weak, 
And language, | fuch’ as hawks are us’d to 
fpeak, Sith 
‘The Falcon thus, her mournful tale began. 
(66 Compaftion’ S gentle tide, in bird or many 
t¢ Alone can ‘iflue from a generous heart, 
¢«. My Canace!—.o feei another’s imart, 
« To fcoth defpair, to ald diftreis like : Mine, 
«¢ Demands a bofom, foft and pure as thine. 
és When nature form’d you beauteous, fhe 
eedeliend © 
#¢ So fair a mantion, for as fair a mind. 
«© Though all my hopes of peace on earth are 
COREL si). 
- ee And fancy paints her fairy fcenes no more 
<< Of bright returning joy ; if my fad tale 
«° May yield inftrugtion, and ¢an aught avail, 
£* Tn ‘warni ng others’ thofe deceits to fhun, 
#6 By which my unlufpecting youth ahs 
«¢ won, 
*s* Jo tempt my fate, to love, and be un- 
« € ‘done; 
«¢ T thall, while time permits, at large dif- 
‘© clofe, ¢ 
¢ The mournful origin of all my woes. 
ce retttich lonely fummit’s craggy breaft, 
4¢ My.caretul parents built their {pacious nett ; 
¢¢ And there. (in haplefs hour) with joy. they 
‘Cview'd, | 
<¢ Burft from the. pregnant fhell, their infant 
wae?) 78® Drodd. 5 
#6 So tenderly hey, nurs’d, fo fondly bred, 
«¢ Our youthful days in eyery pleature fled : 
4¢ Ah! then unufed amid the world to roam, 
«J deem’d each fcene as happy asmy home ! 
¢¢ On,.the fame rock a Falcon ‘chane’d to dwell, 
«© Who feem’d in every virtue to excel ; 
«¢ Beauteous, and gentle, but too oft We find 
‘cA flatt’ring form conceals a fordid mind : 
6¢ So he, beneaththe mafk of modeft youth, 
‘‘ Of prompt good nature, and unerring truth, 
6¢ Orerveil’d the ee guilt 5 ; the buman 
heart 
$s Was never vers’d in more confummate art. 
6¢ Thus the fell ferpent lurks in flow’rs con- 
6¢ ceal’d, 
e¢ Till by his deadly bite too late reveal*d. 
é¢ The hypocrite fo well-his paffion feign’d, 
<¢ And pra€tis’d every rite by love ordain’d ; 
f¢ By fuch obedience, fuch devotion ftroye 
#6. ae gain my approbation of his love, 
Original Poetey.su.T he Sguire’s Tale. 
TON LED haw ot ee 
Gt 
6 Nea but the fire of falfhood could have 
“6 known 
“© To penetrate difgui’e, fotike his own: 
6 ‘Thus o’er the tombiy do feulpeneid raarbles 
&s thine, 
ad While all is dark, corrupt, and foul within. 
‘6 When many a year his tender fuit he'd 
ce feig vd, 
‘- And of diflain and cruelty comanieierd: ; 
“Too fimple to fulpest the tear and igh, 
66 A thought i in earneft that his death, was 
‘nigh; 
&¢ And fwayd Ey pity, liften’d to re ties 
66 And let at length his flattering vows Rees 
vail; 
s¢ Vet firtt demanded, he'd preferve anhiata? d 
66 My fame, and Mesa and while life ree 
‘6 main’d, 
6¢ Swear that he never from his fatth depart, 
“+ But render love for love, and heart for heart. 
‘© Alas! how flightly does a promife bind, 
** ‘Through long revolving time, the firmeit 
&6 ied 
' When he perceiv’d his am’rous fait had 
«s gain’d 
£6 A fond return; no Falcon ever feign’d 
‘¢ More fervent Ballin 3 vers’d in deep deceit, 
‘¢ He -breath’d’ a thoufand rare at Bu 
; ed feetas 
«Such tender love, and endlefs truth he 
§sfwore 7°" ie 
«© None eer diffembled with fuch art before. 
«¢ Not Trojan Paris, nor the prince of Greecey 
** Who wander?d far to gain the golden fleeces 
€* Nor any fince old Lamech, who begary 
‘¢ Toimatch two women to a fingle man. 
€§ So noble his addyefs, fuch eafy grace 
*¢ In every look and aétion you might trace g 
«* His ready wit, his captivating fmile, 
‘< Might well the wifeft of our fex beguile : 
‘¢ So much did all his hearts my. bofom TNOVEs 
*£T only fiudied to return his love: 
‘¢ His truth, I deem’d fo great; my foolifla 
S heart, 
66 Bore in on griefs, 
arts 
6¢ Did he. bloat, or feel che flighteft painy 
‘¢ My aching bofem throb’d in every vein; 
‘* Fils will was mine ; each moment to eme 
6 plo: 
a more than equal 
*¢ In pleafing him became my only joy: 
¢¢ ‘The voice of heav’n alone, | could then have 
“6 mov'd | 
“¢ My Se to cenfure ies ‘his choice ape 
“€ ptowd. 
‘© Thus finiling love his. neuen blemines fhed, 
-€¢ And two fhort years in mutual Baio 
‘¢ fled; 
6¢ While jodging from his fond behavioug 
6 paft, 
¢¢ T vainly thought the flattering fcene would 
€< Jatt: 
¢¢ But fickle fortune deftin'd me to prove; 
s¢ As weil the torments, as delights of love. 
“€6 My lover feign’d that he mutt leave his 
s¢ home, 
6€ Conftrain’d by fate, in forcign realms to 
6¢ roam 3 © 
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