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Written in 1795.
HARK! from the battlements of yonder tower *
The solemn bell has toll?d the midnight hour!
« Cease, Mem'ry, cease (the friendless mourner cry'd) To probe the bosom too severely tried ! -Oh! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray
Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day:
* Warwick castle,
When youthful Hope, the music of the mind,
“Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling frame,
In sighs to speak thy melancholy name!
“ Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command
Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began!
“ Yes; let the clay-cold breast, that never knew
One tender pang to generous Nature true,
“And ye, proud fair, whose soul no gladness warms,
Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms!
Delighted idols of a gaudy train !
“Say, then, did pitying Heav'n condemn the deed, 35 When Vengeance bade theė, faithless lover! bleed?
Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow,
Still thy cold look was scornful and estrang'd,
Till from thy pity, love, and shelter thrown,
Adieu the silent look! the streaming eye!