One frenzy feiz'd both great and fmall,
On the poor frogs the rogues began to fall,
Meaning to fplash them, not to do them hurt.

As Milton quaintly fings, "the flones 'gan pour,"
Indeed an Otaheite fhow'r!

The confequence was dreadful, let me tell ye;
One's eye was beat out of his head-

This limp'd away, that lay for dead-
Here mourn'd a broken back, and there a belly.

Among the fmitten, it was found
Their beauteous queen receiv'd a wound;
The blow gave ev'ry heart a sigh,

And drew a tear from ev'ry eye:

At length king croak got up, and thus begun-
My lads, you think this very pretty fun!

"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:
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight-
The maid's was the Fair Imogine.

"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,
Some other will court you, and you will beftow
On a wealthier fuitor your hand."

"Oh! hufh thefe fufpicions," Fair Imogine faid,
"Offenfive to love and to me:

For, if you be living, or if you be dead,
I fwear by the Virgin, that none in your
Shall husband of Imogine be.

If e'er I, by luft or by wealth led aside,
Forget my Alonzo the Brave,

ftead

God grant, that, to punish my falfehood and pride,
Your ghoft at the marriage may fit by my fide;
May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride,
And bear me away to the grave!"

To Palestine haften'd the hero fo bold;
His love fhe lamented him fore:

But fearce had a twelvemonth elaps'd, when, behold,
A Baron, all cover'd with jewels and gold,

Arriv❜d at Fair Imogine's door!

His treasure, his prefents, his fpacious domain
Soon made her untrue to her vows:

He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain;
He caught her affections fo light and fo vain-
And carry'd her home as his spouse!

And now had the marriage been bless'd by the priest;
The revelry now was begun ;

The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feast;
Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceas'd,
When the bell at the caftle toll'd-ONE!

Then first, with amazement, Fair Imogine found,
That a ftranger was plac'd by her side:
His air was terrific, he utter'd no found;
He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd not around-
But earnestly gaz'd on the bride!

His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his height;
His armour was fable to view:

All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight;
The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back in affright;
The lights in the chamber burn'd blue!

His prefence all bofoms appear'd to dismay;
The guests fat in filence and fear:

- At length spoke the Bride, while fhe trembled-"I pray,
Sir Knight, that your helmet afide you would lay,
And deign to partake of our cheer!"

The lady is filent; the ftranger complies;
His vizor he flowly unclos'd;-

Oh! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes!
What words can exprefs her difmay and surprise,
When a skeleton's head was expos'd!

All present then utter'd a terrify'd fhout,
All turn'd with disgust from the scene;

The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out,
And fported his eyes and his temples about,
While the spectre addrefs'd Imogine:

"Behold me, thou falfe one! behold me!" he cry'd, "Remember Alonzo the Brave!

God grants, that, to punish thy falsehood and pride,
My ghoft at thy marriage fhould fit by thy fide;
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride,
And bear thee away to the grave!"

Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound,
While loudly fhe fhriek'd in difmay;

Then funk with his prey thro' the wide-yawning ground!
Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found,

Or the spectre who bore her away.

Not long liv'd the Baron; and none, fince that time,
To inhabit the caftle prefume;

For chronicles tell, that, by order fublime,
There Imogine fuffers the pain of her crime,
And mourns her deplorable doom.

At midnight four times in each year does her spright,
When mortals in flumber are bound,

Array'd in her bridal apparel of white,
Appear in the hall with the Skeleton Knight,
And fkriek as he whirls her around!

While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave,
Dancing round them the fpectres are seen:

Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave
They howl-" To the health of Alonzo the Brave,
And his confort the Falfe Imogine !"

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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,
And face the horrors of the howling fea;

Far from my long-lov'd friends and native home,
And far, my Delia! ah! too far from thee.

No more thy pleafing converse cheers my foul,
And smooths my paffage through life's rugged way;
Thy fmiles no more my wonted cares control,
And give new glories to the golden day.

No more with thee I hail th' approach of dawn,
And hand in hand the vary'd landscape rove,
Where foft'ring gales inveft the dew-bright lawn,
Unlock the garden fweets, or fan the grove.

With notes accordant to thy fkilful tongue,
No more I feek my Doric reed to tune;
No more the tender melody prolong,

And chide the envious hours, that fleet too foon.

When finks in ocean's bed the fource of light,
And darkness drear his raven pinion spreads,
Cheerlefs and lone I pafs the ling'ring night,
With thoughts congenial to its deepeft fhades.
Unlefs, perchance, my weary watchful eyes
Sleep's balmy charm no longer can refuse,
Then fwift to thee my foul unfetter'd flies,
And each past scene of tenderness renews.

With all that winning grace I fee thee move,
That first endear'd thy yielding heart to mine,
When foften'd by the flame of virtuous love,
I led thee blufhing to the hallow'd shrine.

I fee thee too, thou partner of my heart!
With all a mother's tender feelings blefs'd,
The frequent glance, the kifs, the tear impart,
And prefs the fmiling infant to thy breast.

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,
In artless numbers flows this pensive lay,.