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While thus the lay funk in despair,
And mourn’d to the echos around, Inflam'd all at once grew the air,
And thunder Mook dreadful the ground. I hear the kind call, and obey,
Oh, Collin, receive me, she cried! Then breathing a groan o'er his clay,
She hung on his tomb-stone and died.
WAS when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind;
All on a rock reclin’d.
She cast a wistful look;
That trembled o'er the brook.
Twelve months are gone
over, And nine long tedious days. Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let my lover rest :
* In The What D'ye call it,
THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD.
BY MATHEW PRIOR ESO
LEXIS shunn'd his fellow fwains,
Their rural sports, and jocund strains:
He nourish'd endless woe.
The nymphs and shepherds round him came:
The fatal cause all kindly seek :
'em back their friendly tears ;
Clorinda came among the rest ;
And ask'd the reason of his woe:
She fear'd too much to know.
The shepherd rais'd his mournful head;
While I the cruel truth reveal ?
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 : Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart : Ten thousand torments vex my heart:
I love, and I despair.
Too much, Alexis, I have heard :
And yet I pardon you, she cried :
He bow'd, obey'd, and died.
ARD by the hall, our masters house,
Where Mersey flows to meet the main ; Where woods, and winds, and waves dispose
A lover to complain.
With arms across ; along the strand,
Poor Lycon walk'd, and hung his head; Viewing the footsteps in the fand,
Which a bright nymph had made.
The tide, says he, will soon erase
The marks so lightly here imprest;
Her image in my breast.
Am I fome favage beast of prey ?
Am I some horrid monster grown?
That bofom soft, that lily skin
(Trust not the fairest outside show) Contains a marble heart within,
A rock hid under snow.
Ah me! the flints and pebbles wound
Her tender feet, from whence there fell
And beautify each shell.
Ah! fair one, moderate thy flight,
I will no more in vain pursue ;
Adieu, lov'd maid, adieu !
With that, he took a running leap,
He took a lovers leap indeed,
Where hungry fishes feed.