Their own Ulyffes fcarce had wander'd more, When rais'd by Fate, fome former HANMER join'd A fond alliance with the Poet's name. Sung by GUIDERUS and ARVIRAGUS Over FIDELE, supposed to be dead. By the Same. I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning fweet, of earliest bloom, II. No II. No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch fhall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; IV. The red-breaft oft at ev'ning hours With hoary moss, and gather'd flow'rs, When howling winds, and beating rain, Or 'midft the chace on every plain, VI. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly fhed: Beloy'd, 'till life could charm no more, And mourn'd, 'till Pity's felf be dead. VOL. IV. F ELE Say, thou dear poffeffor of my breaft, Where now's my boasted liberty and rest! Where the gay moments which I once have known, O where that heart I fondly thought my own! From place to place I folitary roam, Abroad uneafy, nor content at home. I fcorn the beauties common eyes adore, The more I view them, feel thy worth the more; In In vain would books their formal fuccour lend, And could I fpeak with eloquence and ease, Own thou haft foften'd my obdurate mind, My humble fighs fhall only reach thy ears, And now (for more I never must pretend) But wifely chufe who beft deferves thy flame, Like me Anfwer |