The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1826-11-30
spGI7EtaTs .
MErRICAL FRAGMENTS.


I'd never
Endcavour
To chain thy love, fever
Anew delight should win thy soni,
And make thee wish to sever.
I'd bid thee go and happy be,
Forgiven thoug!. amcnted,
And care not wlia, became ofme,
So thou vert but contcnted;
And ne'cr, love,
Wherc'er love,
Thou roamcst, should my PRAYER, love,
DE wanting for thy pcace--ahd Mis
Should save me from despair, love.
no murmur from my lips should fall,
No tear betray my sadness
I'd be the very last all,
To check thy bosom's gladness
And OH love,
MY woe, love,
Thon should never know, love,
NV grief, ike Mole's' deep hidden stream,
In secresy should flow, love.
That beautiful and haow'd spot,
Where oft we met and parted,
I'd seek by all the world forgot,
Resigned, though broken-hearted;
And when love,
The glen, love,
Whose every path we ken, love,
Lay htish'd beneath the dews Of night.
I'd weep our parting then, love-
And would nger near the shore,
That bounds the CLASSY lake, love,
And think heard thy plashing oar
The slumbering waters wake, love:
The meeting,
The greeting,
Two fond hearts warmly beating
With rapturous and wild delight: -
nht Mhv cbnuld inv he heetinpt
I've borne for thee fathers curse,
A mothers aching sigh, love-
And thou wilt never leave me thus,
In solitude to die, love:
Without thee,
Without thee,
tcould not live without thee,
And vet 'twere sweeter far TO die
Than live with thee and doubt thee.
Then never will | bind thy heart
With tyrant bonls, believe me,
If beauty or the wfles of art
Should tempt thee c'er to leave ne:
I'd never
Endeavour
To chain thy love, if ever
A new delight should win thy soul,
And make the wish to sever
"A river at Surrey, which disappears at Box
hill, and runs under ground for several miles.
Specimens of the Poetry Of the atlantic Soupeni
tor 1927.
BURIAL OF THE MINNIsINK.
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
The shadowed light of evening fell;
And when the naples leaf was brown,
With soft and silent lapse came down;
The glory that the wood receives
At sunset in its golden leaves
Ear upward in the mellow light,
Rose the blue hls-one cloud of white
Around far uplfted cone
In the warm blush of evening shone;
An image of the silver lakes
BY which the Indian soul awales.
, But soon funeral hymn was heard,
Where the soft breath of ofevening stirr'd
The tall gay forest-and a band
OF stern in heart and strong in hand,
Came winding down beside the wave
To-Day the red chefin his grave.
They sung-that by his native bowers
He stood, in the last moon Of flowers,
And thirty SHOWS had rot yet shed
Their glory OH the warriors head:-
But as the summer uit decays
so died he in those naked days.
dark cloak of the roebuck's skin
Covered the warror-and within
Its heavy folds, the weapons made
FOR the hard tolls of were laid-
The curass woven of plated reeds,
And the broad belt of shells and beads.
Before, dark haired virgin train
Chaunted the death dTge of the slain:
hehiad, the long procession came
VI hoary men and chiefs offame--
With heavy hearts--and eyes Of grief
Leading the war-horse oftheir chief
otript ofhis proud and martial dress,
uncurbsd, unreincd and riderless--
WIN dartng eye and nostril spread
and heavy and impatient tread,
ne came--and oft that eye so proud
Asked for his rider in the crowd.
>Ihey buried the dark chief--they freed
BESIDE the grave his battle steet--
And swift an arrow cleaved its way
=, o ms stern heart.-One piercing nelgh
Asose-and on the dead mans plain,
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