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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucy and Colin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,<br>Bright Lucy was the grace;<br>Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream<br>Reflect so fair a face,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till luckless love and pining care<br>Impair'd her rosy hue,<br>Her coral lip, and damask cheek,<br>And eyes of glossy blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! have you seen a lily pale,<br>When beating rains descend?<br>So droop'd the slow-consuming maid;<br>Her life now near its end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains <br>Take heed, ye easy fair!<br>Of vengeance due to broken vows,<br>Ye perjured swains, beware!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three times, all in the dead of night,<br>A bell was heard to ring;<br>And at her window, shrieking thrice,<br>The raven flap'd his wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too well the love-lorn maiden knew<br>That solemn boding sound;<br>And thus, in dying words, bespoke<br>The virgins weeping round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I hear a voice you cannot hear,<br>Which says, I must not stay;<br>I see a hand you cannot see,<br>Which beckons me away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'By a false heart and broken vows,<br>In early youth, I die.<br>Am I to blame, because his bride<br>Is thrice as rich as I?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, Colin! give not her thy vows,<br>Vows due to me alone.<br>Nor tho, fond maid, receive his kiss,<br>Nor think him all thy own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To-morrow in the church to wed,<br>Impatient, both prepare;<br>But know, fond maid, and know, false man,<br>That Lucy will be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then bear my corse, ye comrades, bear,<br>The bridegroom blithe to meet;<br>He in his wedding-trim so gay,<br>I in my winding-sheet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spoke, she died; - her corse was borne,<br>The bridegroom blithe to meet;<br>He in his wedding-trim so gay,<br>She in her winding-sheet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?<br>How were those nuptials kept?<br>The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead,<br>And all the village wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,<br>At once his bosom swell;<br>The damps of death bedew'd his brow,<br>He shook, he groan'd, he fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the vain bride (ah, bride no more!)<br>The varying crimson fled,<br>When, stretch'd before her rival's corse,<br>She saw her husband dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,<br>Convey'd by trembling swains,<br>One mould with her, beneath one sod,<br>For ever now remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft at their grave the constant hind<br>And plighted maid are seen;<br>With garlands gay and true-love knots<br>They deck the sacred green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art,<br>This hallow'd spot forbear;<br>Remember Colin's dreadful fate,<br>And fear to meet him there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Tickell">Thomas Tickell</a><div class=q>
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Bright Lucy was the grace;
Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect so fair a face,

Till luckless love and pining care
Impair'd her rosy hue,
Her coral lip, and damask cheek,
And eyes of glossy blue.

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