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- All in the Downs the fleet was moord,
The streamers waving in the wind,
where shall I my true love find ?
William, who high upon the yard Rock’d by the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below; The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark high pois’d in air
And drops at once into her nest.
Believe not what the landmen say,
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy skin is ivory so white;
Tho' battle calls me from thy arms, ,
William shall to his dear return: -
The boatswain gives the dreadful word,
They kiss'd; she sigh’d; he hung his head : Her less’ning boat unwilling rows to land; Adieu, she cries, and waved her lily hand.
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade.
With arms across, and head reclin'd:
And sighs reliev'd his love-sick mind:
My Chloe is unkind.
Why ring the woods with warbling throats ?
Ye larks, ye linnets, cease your strains; I faintly hear in your sweet notes,
My Chloe's voice that wakes my pains: Yet why should you your song forbear? Your mates delight your song to hear,
But Chloe mine disdains.
As thus he melancholy stood,
Dejected as the lonely dove, Sweet sounds broke gently through the wood.
I feel the sound; my heart-strings move : 'Twas not the nightingale that sung; No, 'tis my Chloe's sweeter tongue,
Hark, hark, what says my love ! How foolish is the nymph, she cries,
Who trifles with her lover's pain ! Nature still speaks in woman's eyes,
Our artful lips were made to feign. O Daphnis, Daphnis, 'twas my pride, 'Twas not my heart thy love denied,
Come back, dear youth, again. As t'other day my hand he seiz’d,
My blood with thrilling motion flew; Sudden I put on looks displeas’d,
And hasty from his hold withdrew. 'Twas fear alone, thou simple swain, Then hadst thou prest my hand again,
My heart had yielded too!
'Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blam'd,
That swell’d thy lip and rosy cheek;
That lip should other pleasures seek :.
Much more to hear thee speak.
My heart forebodes that I'm betray'd,
Daphnis, I fear, is ever gone;
Love by such trifles first comes on. Now, now, dear shepherd, come away, My tongue would now my heart obey,
Ah Chloe, thou art won ! The youth stepp'd forth with hasty pace,
And found where wishing Chloe lay; Shame sudden lighten'd in her face,
Confus'd she knew not what to say.
But I am lost to-day!
DESPAIRING beside a clear stream,
A shepherd forsaken was laid, And whilst a false nymph was his theme,
A willow supported his head; The wind that blew over the plain
To his sighs with a sigh did reply, And the brook in return to his pain
Ran mournfully murmuring by