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She is faithless, and I am undone;
Ye that witness the woes I endure, Let reason instruct you to Thun
What it cannot, instruct you to cure. Beware how ye loiter in vain
Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain
How fair, and how fickle they be.
Alas! from the day that we met,
What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget
The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain:
The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain,
In time may have comfort for me.
The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The found of a murmuring stream, The peace which from solitude flows,
Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. High transports are shown to the fight,
But we are not to find them our own; Fate never bestow'd such delight,
As I with my Phyllis had known.
ye woods, spread your branches apace!
To your deepest recesses I fty;
I would vanish from every eye.
With the same, sad complaint it begun;
Was faithless, and I am undone!
COR Y DO N.
TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SHENSTONE, ESQ
BY CUNNINGH A M.
We'll see our loy'd Corydon lay'd,
Yet let a sad tribute be paid,
In footh he was gentle and kind !
The graces that glow'd in his mind.
That birds in the covert might dwell; He cultur'd his thyme for the bees,
But never wou'd rifle their cell. Ye lambkins that play'd at his feet,
Go bleat---and your master bemoan; His inusic was artless and sweet, His manners as mild as your own.
111. No verdure shall cover the vale,
No bloom on the blossoms appear; The sweets of the forest shall fail,
And winter discolour the year. No birds in our hedges shall sing
(Our hedges fo vocal before), Since he that should welcome the spring, Can greet the gay season no more.
And poets came round in a throng;
But which of them equall’d his song? Ye shepherds, henceforward be mute,
For lost is the pastoral strain ; So give me my Corydon's fute,
And thus-----let me break it in twainte
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
IROM YOUNG'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.
Amazing period! when each mountain height
Lorenzo! welcome to this scene; the last
The most supine; this snatches man from death.
At midnight, when mankind is wrapt in peace,