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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
THE LASS OF FAIR WONE. 
From the German of BUP GER. 
BESIDE the parfon’s bower of yew 
Why ‘trays 2 troubled ‘pright, 
Tnat peak. and pines, and dimly thine 
Thro’ curtains of the night ? 
Why fteals along the pond of toads 
A gliding fire fo blue, 
That lights a {pot where grows no erafs, 
Where falls wo ‘in nor dew ?— 
The parfon’s daughter once wes goof, 
And gentle as the dove, 
And young and fair-———.and many came 
To win the damfel’s Jove. 
High o’er the hamlet, from the hill, 
Beyond the winding ftream, 
The windows af a frately houfe 
In fheen of evening gleam. 
There dwelt in riot, rout, and roar, 
A lord, fo frank and free, 
“That oft, ae inward joy of heart, 
The maid beheld his glec— 
Whether he met the dawning aoe 
In hunting-trim fo fine, 
Or tapers, iparkling from his hall, 
Bethone the midnight wine, 
He fent the maid his picture, girt 
With diamond, pearl, and gold; 
And filken paper, {weet with ‘mufk, 
“This gentle meflage told : 
sé Let go thy {weethearts, one and all; 
Shalt thou be bafely woo’d, 
That worthy art to gain the heart 
OFf youths of noble blood 2 
The tale I would to thee bewrayy 
Ga fecret mutt be faid: 
At midnight hour Pl feek thy bower ; 
’ Pair lais, be not afraid, 
And when the amgrous nightingale 
Sings fweetly to his mate, 
Vil pipe my quail-call from the field; 
Be kind, nor make me wait.” 
In cap and mantle clad he came, 
At night, with lonely tread ; 
Unfeen, and filent as a mift, 
And huth’d the dogs ith bread. 
And when the amorous nightingale 
Sung fweetly to his mate, 
- She heard his quail-call i in the field, 
And, ah! ne’er made him wait. 
(he words he whifper’d were fo foft, 
They won her ear and heart: 
=: How foon will fhe, who loves, believe | 
* How deep a lover's art ! 
No lure, no foothing guife, he f{par’ ds 
. o banith viituous fhame ; 
He call’d on holy God above, 
* fs wyine ay to his flame, \ 
He cla‘p’d her to his breafl, and fwore 
To be for ever true: 
sO yield thee to my wifhful arms, 
Thy choice thou fhalt not rue.” 
And while fhe ftrove, he drew her ony 
And led her to the bower 
So ftill, fo dim—and round about 
Sweet {melt the beans in fower. 
There beat her heart, and heav’d her breaft, 
And pleaded every fenfe ; 
And there the glowing breath of luft 
Did biaft her innocence. 
put when the fragrant beans began 
Their fallow Wea to thed, 
er fparkling eyes their luftie, Loft ; 
Her cheek its rofes fled ; 
find when the faw the pods increafe 
The ruddier cherries fain, 
She felt her filken robe grow tight, 
Her waift new weight fuftain. 
And wheg the mowers went afield, 
The yellow corn to ted, ; 
She felt. her burden ftir w ee 
And fhook with tender dread. 
And, when the winds of autumn hift 
Along the ftubble field ; 
Then could the damfel’s piteous plight 
' No longer be conceal’d, 
Her fire, a harfh and angry man, 
With furious voice revil’d: 
6 Hence from my fight! Vl none of thee 
I harbour not thy child,” 
And fat, amid her fluttering hair, 
With clenched fift he gripes, 
And feiz’da leathern thong, and lath’d 
Her fides with founding { fagess 
Her lily kin, fo foft and white, 
' He ribb’d with sloody weales; 
And thruft her out, tho’ black the night, 
Tho’ fleet and ftorm affails. 
Up the harfh rock, on dinty paths, 
The maided had to roam: 
On tottering feet fhe grop’d her way, 
And fought her lover’s home. \ 
§* A mother thou hait made of me, 
Before thou mad’ft a wife : 
For this, upon my tender breat, 
Thefe livid firipes are sife: 
Behold’”’—-And then, with bitter fobs, 
She fank upon the floor 
&¢ Make good the evil theu hat wrought 5 
My injur’d name reitore 
66 Poor foul; I'll have Hee hous’d and nurs’d ; 
Thy terrors I lament. 
Stay here ; we'll have fome farther talk—= 
The old one fhall repent—”’ 
é I have no time to reft and wait; 
That faves not my good name: 
¥f thou with honeft foul hatt fw Orn, 
) leave me not to hams 3 
, Bat 

