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Elegy[;] Imitated from One of Arkenside's Blank-Verse
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- 1Near the lone pile with ivy overspread,
- 2Fast by the rivulet's sleep-persuading sound,
- 3Where 'sleeps the moonlight' on yon verdant bed--
- 4O humbly press that consecrated ground!
- 5For there does Edmund rest, the learnéd swain!
- 6And there his spirit most delights to rove:
- 7Young Edmund! fam'd for each harmonious strain,
- 8And the sore wounds of ill-requited Love.
- 9Like some tall tree that spreads its branches wide,
- 10And loads the West-wind with its soft perfume,
- 11His manhood blossom'd; till the faithless pride
- 12Of fair Matilda sank him to the tomb.
- 13But soon did righteous Heaven
her Guilt pursue!
- 14Where'er with wilder'd step she
wander'd pale,
- 15Still Edmund's image rose to blast her
view,
- 16Still Edmund's voice accus'd her in
each gale.
- 17With keen regret, and conscious Guilt's alarms,
- 18Amid the pomp of Affluence she
pined;
- 19Nor all that lur'd her faith from
Edmund's arms
- 20Could lull the wakeful horror of her
mind.
- 21Go, Traveller! tell the tale with sorrow fraught:
- 22Some tearful Maid perchance, or blooming Youth,
- 23May hold it in remembrance; and be taught
- 24That Riches cannot pay for Love or Truth.