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Miscellanies.
She spoke; she dy'd. Her corse was borne
The bridegroom blithe to meet,
He in his wedding-trim so gay,
She in her winding-sheet. 48
The bridegroom blithe to meet,
He in his wedding-trim so gay,
She in her winding-sheet. 48
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
How were these nuptials kept?
The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept. 52
How were these nuptials kept?
The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept. 52
Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
At once his bosom swell;
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He shook, he groan'd, he fell. 56
At once his bosom swell;
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He shook, he groan'd, he fell. 56
From the vain bride, ah! bride no more!
The varying crimson fled,
When stretch'd before her rival's corse
She saw her husband dead. 60
The varying crimson fled,
When stretch'd before her rival's corse
She saw her husband dead. 60
Then to his Lucy's newmade grave
Convey'd by trembling swains,
One mould with her, beneath one sod,
For ever now remains. 64
Convey'd by trembling swains,
One mould with her, beneath one sod,
For ever now remains. 64
Oft' at this grave the constant hind
And plighted maid are seen;
With garlands grey and truelove knots
They deck the sacred green. 68
And plighted maid are seen;
With garlands grey and truelove knots
They deck the sacred green. 68
