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V.

When past was many a painful day,

Slow pacing o'er the village-green,

In white were all its maidens seen,

And bore my guardian-friend away.

And wet was ev'ry eye to see
The
grave

of sweet Simplicity.

VI.

One gen'rous swain her heart approv'd,

A youth, whose fond and faithful breast

With many an artless sigh confeft, In nature's language, that he loy'd.

But, stranger, 'tis no tale for thee,

Unless thou lov'st Simplicity.

VII.

He died :--and soon her lip was cold,

And soon her rosy cheek was pale,

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Cujus erat constans et diuturna fides; Multaque suspirans Juvenis narravit amorem;

Talia nam profert pectore fidus amor.

Sed tibi quid dico? non ad te pertinet, hofpes :

Ni tibi fit cordi Simplicitatis amor.

VII.

Ille obiit; vultus hujus quoque vita reliquit,

Oraque frigebant, palluerantque genæ.

Ruricola

The village wept to hear the tale,

When for both the slow bell toll's :

Bencath yon flow'ry turf they lie,
The lovers of Simplicity.

VIII.

Yet one boon have I to crave;

Stranger, if thy pity bleed,

Wilt thou do one tender deed,

And strew my pale flow'rs o'er their grave?

So lightly lie the turf on thee,
Because thou lov'st Simplicity!

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Ruricolæ auditum lugebant, nuncia mortis

Cum campana gravem fudit utrique sonum.

Aggere sub viridi, quo cernis, uterque quiescit,

Queîs inerat purus Simplicitatis amor.

VIII.

O te, quisquis ades, munus non grande repofco;

Num tibi quid pectus tristia verba movent ? Pignora certa dabis, fi tantum perficis, hofpes,

Si candente meo flore sepulcra tegis;

Sic levitèr cespes viridis tua contegat offa,

Cui tam purus inest Simplicitatis amor.

EDWINUS ET E M M A.

EX ANGLICO POEMATE,

VIDE MALLET.

UO finus extremæ patuit convallis, in umbrâ

Q°

Sylvarum fteterant limina parva cafæ ; Pulchrior, hanc tenuit pacis, fedemque falutis

Emma rosâ, matris cura beata bonæ ;

Heu! vetulæ matri votum jam restitit unum,

Emmæ vita suæ prospera, morsque sibi.

Purpura per malas rubuit molliflima suaves,

Sic Aurora novo verna rubore micat.

Nostri ruris honor! te nulla superbia temnat :

Dat sua fol gemmæ lumina, datque rose.

Consumebat amor juvenes, tabesque puellas

Invidiæ, palma deficiente, dolor.

Nescia splendoris, fplendebat clarior omni;

Venit et Edwinus, qui petit hancce rofam.

Non artes nôrat; radios fibi lumina molles

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