ADVERTISEMENT. TH HERE is fomething Romantic in the Story of the following POEM; but the Author has his Reasons for believing that there is something likewise, Authentic. On the fimple Circumftances of the ancient Narrative, from which He firft borrowed his Idea, those Reasons are principally founded, and they are fupported by others, with which, in a Work of this Kind, to trouble his Readers would be fuperfluous. OWEN OF OF CARRON. N CARRON's fide the primrose pale, Ye maidens fair of Marlivale, Why ftream your eyes with pity's dew? 'Tis all with gentle OWEN's blood The evening ftar fate in his eye, Beneath no high, hiftoric ftone, There many a flowery race hath sprung, Yet ftill, when May with fragrant feet That Dirge I hear fo fimply fweet II. 'Twas in the pride of WILLIAM's* Days, And far for him their fruitful ftore Oh! write not poor-the wealth that flows To Ellen's + charms, were earth and stone. For her the Youth of Scotland figh'd, And many an English Baron brave. In vain by foreign arts affail'd, No foreign loves her breaft beguile, And England's honeft valour fail'd, Paid with a cold but courteous fmile. "Ah! woe to thee, young Nithifdale, Thy voice, the mufic of the fhade! * William the Lyon, King of Scotland. The Lady Ellen, only daughter of John Earl of Moray, betrothed to the Earl of Nithifdale, and afterwards to the Earl Barnard, was esteemed one of the fineft women in Europe, infomuch that she had feveral fuitors and admirers from Foreign Courts. "Ah! woe to thee, that Ellen's love prove 'Twas thus a wayward fifter fpoke, She spoke and vanish'd-more unmov'd With aught that fear, or fate fuggett. For love, methinks, hath power to raise III. 'Twas when, on fummer's fofteft eve, When all the mountain gales were ftill, Led by thofe waking dreams of thought And Carron murmur'd near, and footh' her into rest. * A chain of mountains running through Scotland from Eaft to West. |