Versos English Edward Jerningham Amabella

English poem

Amabella

by (1737–1812)

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Harmodius breath'd the rural air, nor found His ruddy health with length of years decrease: By duty prompted, AMABELLA crown'd, His silver forehead with the wreath of peace:

BY partial nature fram'd in beauty's mould, Adorn'd with ev'ry grace, unspoil'd by art, To friendship's circle still did she unfold, The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart.

ENDEAR'D to all she met, each welcome day, By fortune's hand, with various blessings fraught: When, lo! her gayety's accustom'd ray Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought.

WHAT fix'd the bosom-thorn, affliction knows, Where peace sat brooding as the gentle dove: What blasted on her cheek the summer rose, Or slow disease, or unsuccessful love,

REMAIN'D unknown.—'Twas by the many guess'd, That love to her soft vows had prov'd unkind: Beyond the pow'r of her weak frame oppress'd, Insanity o'erthrew her lovely mind.

AT length recov'ring, yet to grief devote, To solitude she gave th' unsocial day; Like a pale vot'ry from the world remote, Uncheer'd, unvisited of pleasure's ray.

OFT did HARMODIUS (at her state dismay'd) Solicit from his child her secret pain: Her vague reply still from his question stray'd, And each repeated effort prov'd in vain.

To speed the moments of the loit'ring hour, And by their plaintive strains perchance allur'd, Within a spacious myrtle-woven bow'r, Two turtle doves the pensive fair secur'd.

"YE little captives, wou'd she often say, "Tho' here secluded from the fields of air, "Thro' yonder vernal grove forbid to stray, "And join the kindred train that wanton there;

"'GAINST you the gunner never lifts his arm, "Nor o'er this mansion does the falcon sail; "You live unconscious of the storm's alarm, "The rain impetuous, and the beating hail.

"NOR here, by kind compassion unimpress'd, "The school-boy ever rears his impious hand, "To fill with agony the feather'd breast, "And raze the little domes that love had plan'd."

THEIR harmless joys disease too soon effac'd: One fatal morn, her Turturella's mate She found, with flagging wing subdued, oppress'd, And just sinking at the blow of fate:

WHILE down her cheek compassion's show'r distill'd, She gently rais'd it to her anxious breast; But death's cold blast life's crimson current chill'd, And thus the fair her breathless bird address'd:

"ILL-FATED turtle, round whose peaceful bow'r, "The jocund loves so lately wont to play: "How sunk, alas! in youth's exulting hour, "To fell disease, to death th' untimely prey:

"How silent is the voice, which, void of art, "Along the tender day was heard to coo! "How still, how frozen is the constant heart, "Which to its dear companion beat so true!

"THAT dear companion, that now widow'd dove, "To screen from every harm, be mine the care; "And, while she mourns her ne'er reviving love, "Her grief to me the mourner will endear:

"LIKE thee, a widow too, condemn'd to mourn: "No more to me does life unfold its charms, "Death, death forbids him ever to return!" She said—and sunk into th' attendant's arms.

HER swift relapsing to her former state, With boding fears, approach'd the serving train: This scene's dread period tremblingly they wait, Nor were their boding fears indulg'd in vain:

AWAKNING from her trance, around she threw, Distressful fair, her much disorder d deyes; And wild'ring said—"repeat that kind adieu: "Ah no! from love to war, to death he flies.

"DID ye not hear the clash of hostile spears? "Ah! mark ye not that breast-plate stain'd with gore? "What groan was that which pearc'd these fearful ears? He falls, he falls—my warrior is no more:

"NOR was, Oh heav'n! his AMABELLA near, "To sooth his Pain and echo sigh to sigh, "Drop on the gaping wound a balmy tear, "Kiss his cold lip, and close his fading eye."

OF her distress th' alarm'd HARMODIUS taught, With trembling steps approach'd th' unconscious fair: "Give me, he cried, with grief paternal fraught, "Give me, Oh AMABEL'! to sooth thy care:

"SAY what affliction has thy soul impress d? "Reveal what storm thy bosom'd calmness breaks? "Reveal—and thus relieve this anguish d breast: "The tender father to his daughter speaks.