Not to thee Bedford mournful is t… Of days departed. Time in his car… Arraigns not thee that the neglect… Has past unheeded onward. To the… Of years thou journeyest. May the…

Argument. To leap from the promontory of L… a remedy for hopeless love, if the… life. Artemisia lost her life in t… said thus to have perished, in att…

ACT II. SCENE—BLACKHEATH. TYLER, HOB, &c. SONG. ‘ When Adam delv’d, and Eve span,

O reader! hast thou ever stood to… The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well… Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wis…

My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cas… The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they,

She spake, and lo! celestial radia… Amid the air, such odors wafting n… As erst came blended with the even… From Eden’s bowers of bliss. An a… Stood by the Maid; his wings, eth…

Go Valentine and tell that lovely… Whom Fancy still will pourtray to… How her Bard lingers in this sull… This dreary gloom of dull monastic… Say that from every joy of life re…

Author Note: The story of the fol… adopted the metre of Mr. Lewis’s… popular. Who is she, the poor Maniac, whos… Seem a heart overcharged to expres…

(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither sh… My weary way? thus worn with toil… How thro’ the thorny mazes of this… Attain my distant dwelling? that d…

No eye beheld when William plunge… Young Edmund in the stream, No human ear but William’s heard Young Edmund’s drowning scream. Submissive all the vassals own’d

Weary way-wanderer languid and sic… Travelling painfully over the rugg… Wild-visag’d Wanderer! ah for thy… Sorely thy little one drags by the… Cold is the baby that hangs at thy…

Glad as the weary traveller tempes… To reach secure at length his nati… Who wandering long o’er distant la… The night-blast wildly howling rou… Known all the woes of want, and fe…

Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair… Thy lofty hills which fern and fur… The waters that roll musically dow… Thy woody glens, the traveller wit… Recalls to memory, and the channel…

(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See’st thou not William that the… By this time half his daily race h… The savage thrusts his light canoe…

The Maiden, musing on the Warrior… Turn’d from the Hall of Glory. N… A cavern, at whose mouth a Genius… In front a beardless youth, whose… Beam’d promise, but behind, wither…