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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edwin and Eltrada, a Legendary Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the pure Derwent's waters glide<br>Along their mossy bed,<br>Close by the river's verdant side,<br>A castle rear'd its head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The antient pile by time is raz'd,<br>Where gothic trophies frown'd,<br>Where once the gilded armour blaz'd,<br>And banners wav'd around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There liv'd a chief well known to fame,<br>A bold adven'trous knight,<br>Renown'd for victory, his name<br>In glory's annals bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet milder virtues he possest,<br>And gentler passions felt,<br>For in his calm and yielding breast<br>The soft affections dwelt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No rugged toils the heart could steel,<br>By nature form'd to prove<br>Whate'er the tender mind can feel<br>In friendship or in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lost the partner of his breast,<br>Who sooth'd each rising care,<br>And ever charm'd the pains to rest<br>She ever lov'd to share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From solitude he hop'd relief<br>And this lone mansion sought,<br>To cherish there his faithful grief,<br>To nurse the tender thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, to his bosom fondly dear,<br>A blooming daughter smil'd,<br>And oft' the mourner's falling tear<br>Bedew'd his EMMA'S child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As drest in charms the lonely flower<br>Smiles in the distant vale,<br>With beauty gilds the morning hour,<br>And scents the evening gale;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So liv'd in solitude, unseen,<br>This lovely, peerless maid;<br>So grac'd the wild sequester'd scene,<br>And blossom'd in the shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet love could pierce the lone recess,<br>For there he likes to dwell,<br>To leave the noisy crowd, and bless<br>With happiness the cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To wing his sure resistless dart<br>Where all its power is known,<br>And rule the undivided heart<br>Despotic and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young EDWIN charm'd her gentle breast,<br>Though scanty all his store,<br>No hoarded treasure he possest,<br>Yet he could boast of more:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he could boast the lib'ral heart,<br>And honour, sense, and truth,<br>Unwarp'd by vanity or art,<br>Adorn'd the gen'rous youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The maxims of a servile age,<br>The mean, the selfish care,<br>The sordid views that now engage<br>The mercenary fair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom riches can unite or part,<br>To them were all unknown,<br>For then each sympathetic breast<br>Was join'd by love alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They little knew that wealth had power<br>To make the constant rove;<br>They little knew the weighty dower<br>Could add one bliss to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ELTRADA o'er the distant mead<br>Would haste at closing day,<br>And to the bleating mother lead<br>The lamb that chanc'd to stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the bruis'd insect on the waste<br>A sigh would heave her breast;<br>And oft her careful hand replac'd<br>The linnet's fallen nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her sensations calm as these<br>Could sweet delight impart,<br>Those simple pleasures most can please<br>The uncorrupted heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft with eager step she flies<br>To cheer the roofless cot,<br>Where the lone widow breathes her sighs,<br>And wails her desp'rate lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their weeping mother's trembling knees<br>Her lisping infants clasp,<br>Their meek imploring look she sees,<br>She feels their tender grasp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On her pale cheek, where hung the tear<br>Of agonizing woe,<br>ELTRADA bids a smile appear,<br>A tear of rapture flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus on soft wing the moments flew,<br>(Tho' love would court their stay,)<br>While some new virtue rose to view,<br>And mark'd each fleeting day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youthful poet's soothing dream<br>Of golden ages past,<br>The muse's fond ideal theme<br>Seem'd realiz'd at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here, how weak to hope that bliss<br>Unchanging will endure;<br>Ah, in a world so vain as this,<br>What heart can rest secure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now arose the fatal day<br>For civil discord fam'd,<br>When YORK from LANCASTER'S proud sway<br>The regal sceptre claim'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each moment now the horrors brought<br>Of desolating rage,<br>The fam'd achievements now were wrought<br>That swell th' historic page.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good old ALBERT pants again<br>To dare the hostile field,<br>The cause of HENRY to maintain,<br>For him the lance to wield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But O, a thousand gen'rous ties<br>That bind the hero's soul,<br>A thousand sacred claims arise,<br>And EDWIN'S breast controul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though passion pleads in HENRY'S cause,<br>And EDWIN'S heart would sway,<br>Yet honour's stern, imperious laws,<br>The brave will still obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oppress'd with many an anxious care,<br>Full oft ELTRADA sigh'd,<br>Complaining that relentless war<br>Should those she lov'd divide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length the parting morn arose,<br>For her in sadness drest,<br>While boding thoughts of future woes<br>With terror heav'd her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand pangs her father feels,<br>A thousand tender fears,<br>While clinging at his feet she kneels,<br>And bathes them with her tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One pitying tear bedew'd his cheek--<br>From his lov'd child he flew,<br>O'erwhelmed, the father could not speak,<br>He could not say--"adieu!"--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arm'd for the field her lover came,<br>He saw her pallid look,<br>And trembling seize her drooping frame,<br>While, falt'ring, thus he spoke:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"This cruel tenderness but wounds<br>The heart it means to bless,<br>Those falling tears, those mournful sounds<br>Increase the vain distress!"--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"If fate," she answer'd, "has decreed<br>That on the hostile plain<br>My EDWIN'S faithful heart must bleed,<br>And swell the heep of slain:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Trust me, I never will complain,<br>I'll shed no fruitless tear,<br>Not one weak drop my cheek shall stain,<br>Or tell what passes here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O, let thy fate of others claim<br>A tear, a mournful sigh;<br>I'll only murmur thy dear name,<br>I'll call on thee--and die!"--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ah, how vain for words to tell<br>The pang their bosoms prov'd,<br>They only will conceive it well,<br>They only, who have lov'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The timid muse forbears to say<br>What laurels EDWIN gain'd;<br>How ALBERT , long renown'd, that day<br>His ancient fame maintain'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard, who feels congenial fire,<br>May sing of martial strife,<br>And with heroic sounds inspire<br>The gen'rous scorn of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ill the theme would suit her reed,<br>Who, wand'ring through the grove,<br>Forgets the conqu'ring hero's meed,<br>And gives a tear to love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though long the closing day was fled,<br>The fight they still maintain,<br>While night a deeper horror shed<br>Along the darken'd plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ALBERT'S breast an arrow flew,<br>He felt a mortal wound--<br>The drops that warm'd his heart bedew<br>The cold and flinty ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The foe who aim'd the fatal dart<br>Now heard his dying sighs;<br>Compassion touch'd his yielding heart,<br>To ALBERT'S aid he flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While round the chief his arms he cast,<br>While oft he deeply sigh'd,<br>And seem'd as if he mourn'd the past,<br>Old ALBERT faintly cried:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Though nature heaves these parting groans,<br>Without complaint I die;<br>Yet one dear care my heart still owns,<br>Still feels one tender tie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"For YORK , a warrior known to fame,<br>Uplifts the hostile spear,<br>EDWIN the blooming hero's name,<br>To ALBERT'S bosom dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O tell him my expiring sigh,<br>Say my last words implor'd<br>To my despairing child to fly,<br>To her he once ador'd!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spoke! but O, what mournful strain,<br>Whose force the soul can melt,<br>What moving numbers shall explain<br>The pang that EDWIN felt?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pang that EDWIN now reveal'd--<br>For he the warrior prest<br>(Whom the dark shades of night conceal'd)<br>Close to his throbbing breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Fly, fly," he cried, "my touch profane--<br>O, how the rest impart!<br>Rever'd old man! could EDWIN stain<br>With ALBERT'S blood the dart?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His languid eyes lie weakly rais'd,<br>Which seem'd for ever clos'd,<br>On the pale youth with pity gaz'd,<br>And then in death repos'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I'll go," the hapless EDWIN said,<br>"And breathe a last adieu!<br>And with the drops despair will shed,<br>My mournful love bedew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I'll go to her for ever dear,<br>To catch her trembling sigh,<br>To wipe from her pale cheek the tear,<br>And at her feet to die!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as to her for ever dear<br>The frantic mourner flew,<br>To wipe from her pale cheek the tear,<br>And breathe a last adieu;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Appall'd his troubled fancy sees<br>That tear of anguish flow,<br>And hears in every passing breeze<br>The plaintive sound of woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile the anxious maid, whose tears<br>In vain would heav'n implore,<br>Of ALBERT'S fate despairing hears,<br>But yet had heard no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What woes," she cried, "this breast must prove,<br>Its dearest ties are broke;--<br>O, say what ruthless arm, my love,<br>Could aim the fatal stroke?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Could not thy hand, my EDWIN , thine<br>Have warded off the blow?<br>For O, he was not only mine,<br>He was thy father too!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Why does thy bosom throb with pain?--<br>O speak, my EDWIN , speak!<br>Or sure, unable to sustain<br>This grief, my heart will break."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yes, it will break,"--he falt'ring cried,<br>"For we will life resign--<br>Then trembling know, thy father died--<br>And know, the guilt was mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It is enough!" with short quick breath,<br>Exclaim'd the fainting maid;<br>She spoke no more, but seem'd from death<br>To look for instant aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In plaintive accents EDWIN cries,<br>"And have I murder'd thee?<br>To other worlds thy spirit flies,<br>And mine this stroke shall free!"--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hand the lifted weapon grasp'd,<br>The steel he firmly prest,<br>When wildly she arose, and clasp'd<br>Her lover to her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Methought," she cried, with panting breath,<br>"My EDWIN talk'd of peace;<br>I knew 'twas only found in death,<br>And fear'd that sad release.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I clasp him still! 'twas but a dream--<br>Help yon wide wound to close,<br>From which a father's spirits stream,<br>A father's life-blood flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But see!--from thee he shrinks, nor would<br>Be blasted by thy touch!--<br>Ah, though my EDWIN spilt thy blood,<br>Yet once he lov'd thee much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father, yet in pity stay!--<br>I see his white beard wave--<br>A spirit beckons him away,<br>And points to yonder grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Alas, my love, I trembling hear<br>A father's last adieu;<br>I see, I see the falling tear<br>His wrinkled cheek bedew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"He's gone, and here his ashes sleep--<br>I do not heave a sigh,<br>His child a father does not weep--<br>For ah, my brain is dry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But come, together let us rove,<br>At the pale hour of night,<br>When the moon wand'ring through the grove,<br>Shall pour her faintest light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We'll gather from the rosy bower<br>The fairest wreaths that bloom,<br>We'll cull, my love, each op'ning flower<br>To deck his hallow'd tomb;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We'll thither from the distant dale<br>A weeping willow bear;<br>And plant a lily of the vale,<br>A drooping lily, there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We'll shun the face of glaring day,<br>Eternal silence keep;<br>Through the dark wood together stray,<br>And only live to weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But hark, 'tis come--the fatal time,<br>When, EDWIN , we must part:<br>Some angel tells me 'tis a crime<br>To hold thee to my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet, EDWIN , if th' offence be thine,<br>Too soon I can forgive;<br>But O, the guilt would all be mine,<br>Could I endure to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Farewell, my love, for O, I faint,<br>Of pale despair I die;<br>And see! that hoary, murder'd saint<br>Descends from yon blue sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Poor weak old man! he comes, my love,<br>To lead to heav'n the way;<br>He knows not heav'n will joyless prove,<br>If EDWIN here must stay!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O, who can bear this pang?" he cried,<br>Then to his bosom prest<br>The dying maid, who piteous sigh'd,<br>And sunk to endless rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw her eyes for ever close,<br>He heard her latest sigh,<br>And yet no tear of anguish flows<br>From his distracted eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He feels within his shiv'ring veins<br>A mortal chillness rise!<br>Her pallid corse he feebly strains,<br>And on her bosom dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer may their hapless lot<br>The mournful muse engage,<br>She wipes away the tears that blot<br>The melancholy page.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For heav'n in love dissolves the ties<br>That chain the spirit here,<br>And distant, and for ever flies<br>The blessing held most dear;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bid the suff'ring soul aspire<br>A higher bliss to prove,<br>To wake the pure, refin'd desire,<br>The hope that rests above!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407928" data-title="Edwin and Eltrada, a Legendary Tale de Helen Maria Williams" data-description="Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed, Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head. 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