One frenzy feiz'd both great and fmall, As Milton quaintly fings, "the flones 'gan pour," The confequence was dreadful, let me tell ye; This limp'd away, that lay for dead- Among the fmitten, it was found And drew a tear from ev'ry eye: At length king croak got up, and thus begun- "Your pebbles round us fly as thick as hops"Have warmly complimented all our chops; "To you, I guels, that thefe are pleasant flones; "And fo they might be to us frogs, "You fad, young good-for-nothing dogs! "But they're fo hard they break our bones." THE BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY. ALONZO THE BRAVE and FAIR IMOGINE. LEWIS. Warrior fo bold and a Virgin so bright A convers'd as they fat on the green; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight: "And, oh!" faid the youth, "fince to-morrow I go To fight in a far-diftant land, Your tears for my abfence foon leaving to flow, "Oh! hufh thefe fufpicions," Fair Imogine faid, For, if you be living, or if you be dead, If e'er I, by luft or by wealth led aside, ftead God grant, that, to punish my falfehood and pride, To Palestine haften'd the hero fo bold; But fearce had a twelvemonth elaps'd, when, behold, Arriv❜d at Fair Imogine's door! His treasure, his prefents, his fpacious domain He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain; And now had the marriage been bless'd by the priest; The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feast; Then first, with amazement, Fair Imogine found, His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his height; All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight; His prefence all bofoms appear'd to dismay; - At length spoke the Bride, while fhe trembled-"I pray, The lady is filent; the ftranger complies; Oh! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes! All present then utter'd a terrify'd fhout, The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, "Behold me, thou falfe one! behold me!" he cry'd, "Remember Alonzo the Brave! God grants, that, to punish thy falsehood and pride, Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound, Then funk with his prey thro' the wide-yawning ground! Or the spectre who bore her away. Not long liv'd the Baron; and none, fince that time, For chronicles tell, that, by order fublime, At midnight four times in each year does her spright, Array'd in her bridal apparel of white, While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave, Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave 66 ELEGY WRITTEN AT SEA. CASPAPINA. HEAVIN gave the word"—Delia! once more farewell! Ah me! how fleeting all our joys are found! The pangs thy faithful, tender heart can tell, For pangs like mine that tender heart must wound. Snatch'd from thy arms, to diftant lands I roam, Far from my long-lov'd friends and native home, No more thy pleafing converse cheers my foul, No more with thee I hail th' approach of dawn, With notes accordant to thy fkilful tongue, And chide the envious hours, that fleet too foon. When finks in ocean's bed the fource of light, With all that winning grace I fee thee move, I fee thee too, thou partner of my heart! Eager I haste a parent's joy to share My bofom bounds with raptures felt before: But fwift the foothing vifion finks in air, Winds howl around and reftlefs billows roar. Ev'n now, whilst prompted by the pleasing past, |