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Page 118 - Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know Which plains more blest, or verdant vales, bestow : Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands, are found ; And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. ' Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
Page 91 - What it is, to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each ev'ning repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn : — I have bade my dear Phyllis farewel.
Page 91 - 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 this charmer to vie ; How they vary their accents in vain, Repine at her triumphs and die.
Page 53 - Whilome in youth, when flowrd my joyfull spring, Like Swallow swift I wandred here and there ; 20 Por heate of heedlesse lust me so did sting, That I of doubted daunger had no feare : I went the wastefull woodes and forest wide, Withouten dreade of Wolves to bene espyed.
Page 80 - They seiz'd the lass in apron clean array'd, And to the ale-house forc'd the willing maid ; In ale and kisses they forget their cares, And Susan Blouzelinda's loss repairs.
Page 78 - When first by thee my younglings white were shorn, Then first, I ween, I cast a lover's eye, My sheep were silly, but more silly I. Beneath the shears they felt no lasting smart, They lost but fleeces while I lost a heart.
Page 79 - I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool, That stool, the dread of every scolding quean.
Page 77 - Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down, And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown. The witless lamb may sport upon the plain, The frisking kid delight the gaping swain, The wanton calf may skip with many a bound, And my cur Tray play deftest feats around ; But neither lamb, nor kid, nor calf, nor Tray, Dance like Buxoma on the first of May.
Page 79 - On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool; That stool, the dread of every scolding quean ; Yet, sure a lover should not die so mean ! There plac'd aloft, I'll rave and rail by fits, Though all the parish say I've lost my wits; 110 And thence, if courage holds, myself I'll throw, And quench my passion in the lake below.