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Show 4o EDW ARD and I. drawing me away o yet a little, Stern Tyrant, fpare m e .'-J-Ah ! how mail r i i r e P n g h F n e n d S i m y HuibandandTmy Chi «^fe •tJtfH/. Unhappy Friendi ' o a*-*a*i ^UiIGren? Hmband ] ' ° grCatly wrct^ed T h e n p°°7a r c l e f 3 Orphans, who notfcel The Depth of your Mi.fortue ! Eleo. Lay me down ; Al^l^L"16 dow K D-rmy Powe« are all diffolVd^ A little forwara bend m e O h ' vc™ Edw. O God ! H o w that foft Frame i. torn with cruel Pan2,1 Pangs robb'd from me! g ' MBlni'Ttt thence they borrG«' Eafe iny Children ! O my Children ! you no more Vn 'V^ 3^ ° t h e r ; n o w > »'af«! n o m oS W w : M ° ^ C r ' ° m y haP,efs Children - Arf t h e ^ " d° Kbtu ! What defolati"; Word, Death r„ ?° M b'"er 'han a t h o u^nd Death,' Death to m y Soul! Call up thy failing Spirit! And leave me not to Mifery and Ruin ' Eleo. Edward I feei an ]ntervai of ^ f That'win r "' VC fomethi"g <° impart c5 ireileye m y Sufferings. * Edw Syeak, m v Soul ! I who rhT»? Cft '" What a hoPele* State r lie, H T « K M ' horning r°fe in Height of Youth A AT' "° Weak Remiffion of it, Ardo- And what, Al.fr, what wa.itou h^Di^te E L E O N O R A . One is for Thee, left thm, «i;n. i. *** With Tear, of wildDefbair p b CTy G™w ' Who have no hope. W e yet ftali",!. "0t iike Th°fe Weftill are in a kind C r e a t ^ H n 7 " aga''n J Jiternal Goodnefs reigns FUfi^ . ; Thi, Parting, Edward muft hate'',,S Partin^ When Year, of F,i,ndffi,Thad - T * 3t ,aft' Our Love, if That can be to V ^ P,*' eXalred Think what thy Station, what S v T A"8U!ft- Nor y eld thy Virtue even to w o r t h v 7 £ C m a n d > M y other Care .mv othP, r orth>r ^anions. From That thy e q u ^ T W r " ldle' Thy Love a n / G ^ S S S m ? h m ^ Our Children-___ y Cure me- Thi, cold pale & ,To" * * &#* Ha"<>> Shall neverPcaU anofher by Jhe N P " ^ 8 " ntv'r> Sacred to Thee nv C7„ X . me Shall never fee! the L S U T P * ' CWidrcn As one in Life, lo Death *over**>™ fear'ft. Nor high Defcent nor t T°C divide «• In her L b o u nle d'v:r n i R;^y, nought that Woman, Can wift, ihall ever t^mL tarf' Shall ever, miFp£lT.R7f?ith fro™ Thee. 0 nothing can ,. "teou .Boaft indeed! Tajelef, and d u „ as /ftoold be grofi of „ Without Abhorrence, of aVc°nd « w,,h P™'nce, ^ here can I fi„d fuc'h fi * j«* ond M-JW*. The Soul of Beauty ?wh e r e 3fl prh e r e fuch G"«- I-i !wLretched) COj« 6««- to make me no'of,c°™forr. / mine to ftrlter them, Tneft |