My vital bloom would thus be froze If luckless torn from thee; For what the root is to the rose, IV. Two doves I found, like new-fall'n snow, So white the beauteous pair! The birds to Delia I'll bestow; They're like her bosom fair! When in their chaste connubial love WHEN Phillis was faithful, and fond as she's fair, . To the groves with young Colin the shepherdess flies, PHIL. Bethink you, false Damon! before you up braid: When Phoebe's fair lambkin had yesterday stray'd, DAM. Like summer's full season young Phoebe is PHIL. On the tabor young Colin so prettily plays, He sings me sweet sonnets, and writes in my praise! He chose me his true-love last Valentine-day, When birds satlike bridegrooms all pair'd on the spray; Yet I'd drive the gay shepherd far, far from my mind, If Damon, the rover, were constant and kind. [range, DAM. Fine folks, my sweet Phillis! may revel and But fleeting's the pleasure that's founded on change! In the villager's cottage such constancy springs, That peasants with pity may look down on kings. To the church then let's hasten, our transports to bind, And Damon will always prove faithful and kind. PHIL. To the church then let's hasten, our trans ports to bind, And Phillis will always prove faithful and kind. CORYDON: A PASTORAL, To the Memory of William Shenstone, Esq. I. COME, Shepherds! we'll follow the hearse, We'll see our lov'd Corydon laid! Tho' sorrow may blemish the verse, Yet let a sad tribute be paid. They call'd him the Pride of the Plain; II. On purpose he planted yon' trees, Ye Lambkins! that play'd at his feet, His music was artless and sweet, His manners as mild as your own. III. No verdure shall cover the vale, No birds in our hedges shall sing, IV. His Phillis was fond of his praise, Ye Shepherds! henceforward be mute, CORYDON AND PHILLIS: A PASTORAL. I. HER sheep had in clusters crept close by the grove, To hide from the rigours of day, nd Phillis herself, in a woodbine alcove, Among the fresh violets lay: A youngling, it seems, had been stole from its dam, ('Twixt Cupid and Hymen a plot) That Corydon might, as he search'd for his lamb, 11. As thro' the gay hedge for his lambkin he peeps, "Ye Gods! if so killing," he cry'd, "when she sleeps, "I'm lost when she opens her eyes! "To tarry much longer would hazard my heart, "I'll onwards, my lambkin to trace." In vain honest Corydon strove to depart, III. "Hush, hush'd be these birds---what a bawling they He cry'd;" you're too loud on the spray: [keep!" "Don't you see, foolish Lark! that the charmer's "You'll wake her as sure as 'tis day. [asleep? "How dare that fond butterfly touch the sweet maid! "Her cheek he mistakes for the rose: "I'd pat him to death, if I was not afraid My boldness would break her repose." IV. Young Phillis look'd up with a languishing smile: |