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The trout, bedropt with crimson stains,
Forfakes the river's proud domains;
Forfakes, the fun's unwelcome gleam,
To lurk within this humble stream.

"And fure I heard the Naiad fay,

"Flow, flow, my ftream! this devious way;

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Though lovely foft thy murmurs are,

"Thy waters, lovely cool and fair!

"Flow, gentle stream! nor let the vain

"Thy fmall unfully'd ftores difdain:
"Nor let the penfive fage repine,

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III. On a small Building in the Gothic Taste.

You that bathe in courtly blyffe!

O tople in fortune's giddye spheare!

Boo not too rashiye deeme ampfe

Of him, that bydes contentid here.

Moz yet disdeigne the ruffet stoate,

Whyche o'er each carelesse lymbe he flyngs:

Noz pet derpde the beechen bowle,

In whyche he quaffs the Ipmpid spryngs.

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So may He pardonne fraud and strife,'

If such in courtige haunt he'‍see :

Foz faults there beene in buspe lyfe,

From whyche these peacefull glennes are free.

A Paftoral BALLAD, in Four Parts.

Written 1743.

By the Same.

Arbufta bumilefque myrica.

I. ABSENCE.

I.

E fhepherds fo cheerful and gay,

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Whose flocks never carelessly roam;

Should Corydon's happen to ftray,

Oh! call the poor wanderers home. Allow me to muse and to figh,

Nor talk of the change that ye

None once was fo watchful as I:

find;

-I have left my dear Phyllis behind.

II.

Now I know what it is, to have strove

With the torture of doubt and defire;

What it is, to admire and to love,

And to leave her we love and admire.

Ah

Ah lead forth my flock in the morn,

And the damps of each ev'ning repell;
Alas! I am faint and forlorn :

-I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.
III.

Since Phyllis vouchfaf'd me a look,
I never once dreamt of my vine;
May I lose both my pipe and my crook,
If I knew of a kid that was mine.
I priz'd every hour that went by,
Beyond all that had pleas'd me before;
But now they are paft, and I figh;

And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
IV.

But why do I languish in vain?

Why wander thus penfively here?

Oh! why did I come from the plain,
Where I fed on the fmiles of my
They tell me, my favourite maid,

dear?

The pride of that valley, is flown ;
Alas! where with her I have stray'd,
I could wander with pleasure, alone.

V.

When forc'd the fair nymph to forego,

What anguish I felt at my heart!

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'Twas with pain that she saw me depart.
She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew;

My path I could hardly discern;
So fweetly fhe bade me adieu,

I thought that she bade me return.
VI.

The pilgrim that journeys all day
To vifit fome far-diftant fhrine,
If he bear but a relique away,

Is happy, nor heard to repine:

Thus widely remov'd from the fair,
Where my vows, my devotion, I owe,

Soft hope is the relique I bear,

And folace wherever I go.
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II. HOP E.

I.

Y banks they are furnish'd with bees,

Whofe murmur invites one to sleep;
My grottos are fhaded with trees,

And my hills are white-over with sheep.
I feldom have met with a lofs,

Such health do my fountains bestow;
My fountains all border'd with moss,
Where the hare-bells and violets grow.

II. Not

II.

Not a pine in my grove is there seen,
But with tendrils of woodbine is bound:
Not a beech's more beautiful green,
But a fweet-briar twines it around.

Not

my fields, in the prime of the year,
More charms than my cattle unfold:
Not a brook that is limpid and clear,
But it glitters with fifhes of gold.
III.

One would think fhe might like to retire
To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear;

Not a fhrub that I heard her admire,
But I hafted and planted it there.

O how fudden the jeffamin strove
With the lilac to render it gay!
Already it calls for my love,

Το prune the wild branches away.

IV.

From the plains, from the woodlands and groves,

What ftrains of wild melody flow?

How the nightingales warble their loves
From thickets of roses that blow !

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