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 MEMORY of a LADY. 
 
 LET others boaft the falfe and faithlefs Pride^ 
 No nuptial Charm to know, or known, to hide. 
 With vain Difguife from Nature's Dilates part, 
 For the poor Triumph of a vacant Heart ; 
 My Verfe the God of tender Vows infpires, 
 Dwells on my Soul, and wakens all her Fires, 
 
 
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 Dear, filent Partner of thofe happier Hours, 
 That pafs'd in Hackthorn's Vales, in Blagdon's Bowers! 
 If yet thy gentle Spirit wanders here, 
 Borne by its Virtues to no nobler Sphere ; 
 If yet that Pity which, of Life poflefl:, 
 Fill'd thy fair Eye, and lighten'd thro' thy BreaH: ; 
 If yet that tender Thought, that generous Care, 
 The gloomy Power of endlefs Night may fpare ; 
 Oh! while my Soul for Thee, for Thee complains. 
 Catch her warm Sighs^ and kifs her bleeding Strains. -^ 
 
 Wild, wretched Wifli ! Can Piay'r, with feeble Breath, 
 ^ Pierce the pale Ear, the ftatued Ear of Death ? 
 Let Patience pray, let Hope afprre to Pray'r ! 
 And leave me the ftrong Language of Defpair I 
 
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 Hence, ye vain Painters of ingenious Woe, 
 Ye Lytteltons, ye fliining Petrarchs, go! 
 I hate the Languor of your lenient Strain, 
 Your ilow'ry Grief, your Impotence of Pain. 
 Oh ! had ye known, what I have khov/n, to prove 
 The fearching Flame, the Agonies of Love ! 
 Oh ! had ye known how Souls to Souls impart 
 Their Fire, or mix'd the Life -drops of the Heart ! 
 Kot like the Streams that down the Mountain's Side, 
 Tunefully mourn, and fparkle as they glide * 
 Not like the Breeze, that fighs at Evening-hour 
 On the foft Bofom of feme foldinQ- Flower : 
 Your ftronger Grief, in Rronger Accents borne. 
 Had footh'd the Breaft with burning Anguifli torn.-/-
 
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 The Voice of Seas, the Winds that rouze the Deep, 
 Far-founding Floods that leaf flie'^tountain's Steep; 
 Each wild and melancholy BlafI: that raves 
 Round thefe dim Towers, and fmites the beating Waves — 
 This foothes my Soul -~ 'tis Nature's mournful Breath, 
 'Tis Nature flruggling in the Arms of Death ! — y- 
 
 See, the laft Aid of her expiring State, 
 See Love, ev'n Love, has lent his Darts to Fate * ! 
 Oh ! when beneath his golden Shafts I bled, 
 And vainly bound his Trophies on my Head ; 
 When, crown'd with Flowers, he led the rofy Day, 
 Liv'd to my Eye, and drew my Soul away — 
 Could Fear, could Fancy at that tender Hour, 
 See the dim Grave demand the nuptial Flower ? 
 
 * The Lady died in Child-bed. 
 
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 There, there his Wreaths tleje^ced Hymen Rrew'd ; 
 And mourn'd tbek Bloom unfaded as Ije view'd. 
 There each fair Hope, each Tendernefs of Life, 
 Each namelefs Charm of foft obli^ino; Strife, 
 Dehght, Love, Fancy, Pleafure, Genius fled, 
 And the beft Pallions of my Soul He dead 5 
 All, All is there in cold Oblivion laid, 
 But pale Remembrance bending o'er a Shade. 
 
 -//-■ O come, ye fofter Sorrows, to my Breaft ! 
 Ye lenient Sighs, that flumber into Reft ! 
 
 Come, foothing Dreams, your friendly Pinions wave, 
 We'll bear the frefh Rofe to yon honour'd Grave ; 
 For once this Pain, this frantic Pain forego. 
 And feel at lafl the Luxury of Woe ! 
 
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 Ye holy Suff'rers, that in Silence wait 
 The laft fad Refuge of reHeving Fate ! 
 That reft at Eve beneath the Cyprefs' Gloom, 
 And fleep familiar on your future Tomb ; 
 With You rU wafte the flow-departing Day, 
 And wear, with You, th' uncolour'd Hours away. 
 
 Oh lead me to your Cells, your lonely Ailes, 
 Where Refignation folds her Arms, and fmiles j 
 Where holy Faith unwearied Vigils keeps. 
 And guards the Urn where fair Constantia * fleeps 
 There, let me there in fweet Obhvion lie, 
 And Calmly feci the tator'd Pailions die. 
 
 * See Spectator, No 164. 
 
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 RECEPTS of CONJUGAL HAPPINESS, 
 Addreffed toaLADY on her Marriage. 
 
 By J O H N L A N G H O R N E, D. D. 
 
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