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THE COTTAGER'S DAUGHTER.
Ah! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Pastora?
O say, have you met the sweet nymph on your way?
Transcendent as Venus, and blithe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day:
Forlorn do I wander, and long time have fought her.
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme;
A goddess in form, tho' a cottager's daughter
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
O say, have you met the sweet nymph on your way?
Transcendent as Venus, and blithe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day:
Forlorn do I wander, and long time have fought her.
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme;
A goddess in form, tho' a cottager's daughter
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Though lordings so gay, and young squires have sought her,
To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain;
Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter
Convinc'd them their offers and flattery were vain,
When first I beheld her, I fondly besought her,
To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain;
Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter
Convinc'd them their offers and flattery were vain,
When first I beheld her, I fondly besought her,
