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And you my companions so dear,

Who sorrow to see me betray'd, Whatever I suffer, forbear,

Forbear to accuse the false maid ; Tho' thro' the wide world we should

range, 'Tis in vain from our fortune to fly ; 'Twas hers to be false, and to change,

'Tis mine to be constant, and die.

If while my hard fate I fuftain,

In her breast any pity is found,
Let her come with the nymphs of the plain,

And see me laid low in the ground:
The last humble boon that I crave

Is to shade me with cypress and yew, And when she looks down on my grave

Let her own that her shepherd was true.

Then to her new love let her go,

And deck her in golden array, Be finest at every fine show,

And frolic it all the long dayl: While Colin forgotten and gone,

No more shall be heard of or seen, Unless when beneath the pale moon His ghost shall glide over the green.

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S on a summer's day,

In the greenwood shade I lay,
The maid that I lov’d,

As her fancy mov'd,
Came walking forth that way.

And as she passed by,
With a scornful glance of her eye,

What a shame, quoth the,

For a swain muft it be, Like a lazy loon for to lie ?

And doft thou nothing heed
What Pan our God has decreed;

What a prize to-day

Shall be given away
To the sweetest shepherd's reed?

There's

There's not a single fwain
Of all this fruitful plain,

But with hopes and fears,

Now busily prepares The bonny boon to gain,

Shall another maiden shine
In brighter array than thine ?

Up, up, dull swain,

Tune thy pipe once again, And make the garland mine.

Alas! my love, I cried,
What avails this courtly pride?

Since thy dear defert

Is written in my heart, What is all the world beside ?

To me thou art more gay
In this homely russet gray,

Than the nymphs of our green,

So trim and so fheen,
Or the brightest queen of May.

What

What tho' my fortune frown,
And deny thee a filken gown ;

My own dear ma

Be content with this shade
And a fhepherd all thy own.

Rowe.

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LEXIS hunn'd his fellow swains,
Their rural sports and jocund strains ;

Heaven shield us all from Cupid's bow !
He loft his crook, he left his flocks,
And wandering thro' the lonely rocks,

He nourish'd endless woe.

The nymphs and shepherds round him came,
His grief some pity, others blame,

The fatal cause all kindly seek;
He mingled his concern with theirs,
He gave them back their friendly tears,
He figh’d, but could not speak.

CLORINDA

CLORINDA came among the rest,
And she too kind concern exprest

And ask'd the reason of his woe;
She ask'd, but with an air and mien
That made it easily foreseen

She fear'd too much to know.

The shepherd rais'd his mournful head,
And will you pardon me, he said,

While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breast should tear, Which never should offend your ear,

But that you bid me tell.

'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain,

You are the cause of all my care ; You eyes ten thousand dangers dart, Ten thousand torments vex my heart,

1 love, and I despair.

Too much ALEXis have I heard,
'Tis what I thought, 'tis what I fear’d,

And yet I pardon you, the cried ;
But you shall promise ne'er again
To breathe yonr vows, or speak your pain ;
He bow'd, obey'd, and died.

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