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And when her bright form shall appear,

Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert so soft and so clear,

As she may not be fond to resign.

I have found out a gift for my fair;

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I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear,

She will say 'twas a barbarous deed :
For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd,
Who could rob a poor bird of its young:
And I loved her the more when I heard
Such tenderness fall from her tongue.

I have heard her with sweetness unfold
How that pity was due to a dove;
That it ever attended the bold,

And she call'd it the sister of love.
But her words such a pleasure convey,
So much I her accents adore,

Let her speak, and whatever she say,
Methinks I should love her the more.

Can a bosom so gentle remain`

Unmoved when her CORYDON sighs? Will a nymph that is fond of the plain These plains and this valley despise ?

Dear

Dear regions of silence and shade!

Soft scenes of contentment and ease!
Where I could have pleasingly stray'd,
If aught, in her absence, could please..

But where does my PHYLLIDA stray?

And where are her grots and her bowers?
Are the groves and the valleys as gay,
And the shepherds as gentle, as ours?
The groves may perhaps be as fair,

And the face of the valleys as fine;
The swains may in manners compare,
But their love is not equal to mine.

JII. SOLICITUDE.

WHY will you my passion reprove?
Why term it a folly to grieve?
Ere I show you the charms of my love,
She is fairer than you can believe.
With her mien she enamours the brave;
With her wit she engages the free;
With her modesty pleases the grave;
She is every way pleasing to me.

O you that have been of her train,
Come and join in my amorous lays;

I could

I could lay down my life for the swain
That will sing but a song in her praise.
When he sings, may the nymphs of the town
Come trooping, and listen the while';
Nay on him let not PHYLLIDA frown ;
But I cannot allow her to smile.

For when PARIDEL tries in the dance
Any favour with PHYLLIS to find,
O how, with one trivial glance,

Might she ruin the peace of my mind!
In ringlets he dresses his hair,

And his crook is bestudded around ; And his pipe-oh may PHYLLIS beware Of a magic there is in the sound!

'Tis his with mock passion to glow;
'Tis his in smooth tales to unfold,
How her face is as bright as the snow,
And her bosom, be sure, is as cold:
How the nightingales labour the strain,
With the notes of his charmer to vie ;
How they vary their accents in vain,
Repine at her triumphs, and die.

To the grove or the garden he strays,

And pillages every sweet;

Then

Then, suiting the wreath to his lays, He throws it at PHYLLIS's feet. "O PHYLLIS," he whispers, "more fair,

More sweet than the jessamine's flower! What are pinks, in a morn, to compare? What is eglantine, after a shower ?

"Then the lily no longer is white;

Then the rose is deprived of its bloom;

Then the violets die with despite,

And the woodbines give up their perfume."

Thus glide the soft numbers along,

And he fancies no shepherd his peer;

Yet I never should envy the song,

Were not PHYLLIS to lend it an ear.

Let his crook be with hyacinths bound,
So PHYLLIS the trophy despise;
Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd,
So they shine not in PHYLLIS's cyes.
The language that flows from the heart

Is a stranger to PARIDEL's tongue:
Yet may she beware of his art!
Or sure I must envy the song.

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IV. DISAPPOINTMENT.

YE shepherds, give ear to my lay,
And take no more heed of my sheep:
They have nothing to do, but to stray;
I have nothing to do, but to weep.
Yet do not my folly reprove:

She was fair, and my passion begun ;
She smiled, and I could not but love:
She is faithless, and I am undone.

Perhaps I was void of all thought;
Perhaps it was plain to foresee

That a nymph so complete would be sought
By a swain more engaging than me.
Ah! love every hope can inspire;
It banishes wisdom the while;

And the lip of the nymph we admire
Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile.

She is faithless, and I am undone;
Ye that witness the woes I endure,
Let reason instruct you to shun

What it cannot instruct you to cure.
Beware how you loiter in vain
Amid nymphs of a higher degrec :
It is not for me to explain

How fair and how fickle they be.

Alas!

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