I come, my dear fhepherd, I come ; All mournful the midnight bell rung, And night-ravens croak'd all around. How long, my lov'd Collin, fhe cried, With thee o'er the world would she fly, Alas! what avails it how dear Thy Lucy was once to her fwain ! Her face like the lily so fair, And eyes that gave light to the plain ! To death fhall her Collin deplore. While thus fhe lay funk in despair, And thunder shook dreadful the ground. Oh, Collin, receive me, fhe cried! 'TWA WAS when the seas were roaring A damfel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. Wide o'er the foaming billows She caft a wiftful look; Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Why didft thou truft the feas? * In The What D'ye call it. The SONG LXVI. THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ A LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow fwains, Their rural fports, and jocund ftrains: The nymphs and fhepherds round him came: He The fatal caufe all kindly feek: He mingled his concern with theirs ; Clorinda came among the reft; She fear'd too much to know. The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head; While While I the cruel truth reveal? Which nothing from my breast should tear: "Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Too much, Alexis, I have heard: But you fhall promise ne'er again To breathe your vows, or speak your pain: HA SONG LXVII. ARD by the hall, our masters house, Where woods, and winds, and waves difpofe With arms across; along the ftrand, Poor Lycon walk'd, and hung his head; Viewing the footsteps in the fand, Which a bright nymph had made. The |