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But time drives flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
And all complain of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

In - The Passionate Pilgrime and Sonnets to sundry notes of Musicke, by William Shakespeare, London, printed for W. Jaggard, 1599.” four stanzas of “ The Passionate Shepherd " also occur, with the first of the Reply: but these might have been inserted without Shakespeare's kuowing any thing of the matter, and this circumstance, of its being printed with his name, and during his lifetime, though it might be considered as conclusive in the case of others, cannot be held so in his. Besides this, in the old Poetical Miscellany styled “ England's Helicon,” we find the first printed with the name of Marlow subjoined to it, and the second, signed "Ignoto;" a signature well known to be that which Raleigh frequently made use of when a young man. Mr. Malone, in his excellent edition of Shakespeare's Works, rejects them as not belonging to his author. We shall close our observations on this head by citing a passage from Isaac Walton corroborative of them. In his “Com. pleat Angler” both the Pastorals are inserted under the character " of that smooth song, which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and-an Answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.-Old fashioned poetry, but choicely good;--much better than the strong lines now in fashion in this critical age."

Marlow was a man of great genius, and, with the exception of Shakespeare his contemporary, was certainly the first dramatic writer of his time. The circumstances attending his death were melancholy. Like many of the genus irritabile, he was addicted to dissipation, and the victim of his own headlong passions. In 1593, he was killed in a brothel by an ill looking fellow, his rival in the affections of some doxy. Marlow, in a paroxysm of jealousy and revenge, had attempted to stab him; but the fellow siezing his hand forced him to plunge the dagger into his own head.

Regarding the persecution, sufferings, and ultimate fate of the brave, learned, and unfortunate Sir Walter Raleigh, it is unnecessary to speak; with these the general reader must already be familiar,

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In felly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps, and amber studs ;
All these in me no means ean move
To come to thee, and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then those delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.



Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee,

Cold the rain beats on thy breast;
Why should horror's voice astound thec,

Death can bid the wretched rest.

All under the tree,

Thy bed may be
And thou may'st slumber peacefully.

Maiden! once gay pleasure knew thee,

Now thy cheeks are pale and deep,
Love has been a felon to thee;
Yet, poor maiden, do not weep :

There's rest for thee,

All under the tree,
Where thou wilt sleep, most poacefully



O! who rides by night through the woodlands so wild?
It is the fond father, embracing his child,
And close the boy nestles within his lov'd arm,
From the blast of the tempest to keep himself warm.

* It is necessary the reader should be informed that in the legends of Danish superstition, certain mischievious spirits are supposed to preside over the different elements, and to amuse themselves with inflicting calamities ar

“O father! O father! see yonder" ! he says,
“My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze ?'
O 'tis the Erle-King, with his staff and shroud,”
“No, my love, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.'

The Phantom speaks.

“O wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest child ?
By many gay sports shall thy hours be beguild;
My mother keeps for thee many a fair toy,
And many a fair flower shall she pluck for my boy!"

“O father! O father! and did you not hear
The Erle-King whisper so close in my ear ?"
• Be still, my lov'd darling, my child, be at ease,
It was but the wild blast, as it howl'd through the trees.'

The Phantom.

“ O wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest boy?
My daughter shall tend thee with care and with joy,
She shall bear thee so lightly thro' wet and thro' wild,
And hug thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my child !”

man. One of these is termed the Water-King, another the Fire-King, and a third the Cloud-King. The hero of this piece is the Erle or Oak-Kinga fiend who is supposed to dwell in the recesses of the forest, and thence to issue forth upon the benighted traveller to lure him to his destruction.

“O father! O father! and saw you not plain
The Erle-King's pale daughter glide past thro' the rain?"

O no, my heart's treasure ; I knew it full soon,
It was the grey willow that danc'd to the moon.'

The Phantom.

" Come with me, come with me, no longer delay, Dr else, silly child, I will drag thee away."

The Erle-King has seized me,,his grasp is so cold.”

Sore trembled the father, he spurr’d thro' the wild,
Clasping close to his bosom his shuddering child,
He reaches his dwelling, in doubt and in dread,
But, clasp'd to his bosom, the infant is dead.



When“ Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound

Among a band of Brothers,
The cup of joy goes gaily round,

Each shares the bliss of others :
Composed for a Society whose motto was'' Friendship, Love, and Truth."

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