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Here, on the midst he sate; his Flocks, unled,
Their Shepherd follow'd, and securely fed.
A Pine so burly, and of Length so vast,
That failing Ships requir'd it for a Mast,
He wielded for a Staff, his steps to guide:
But laid it by, his Whistle while he try'd.
A hundred Reeds, of a prodigious Growth,
Scarce made a Pipe, proportion'd to his Mouth:
Which when he gave it Wind, the Rocks around,
And watry Plains, the dreadful Hiss resound.
I heard the Ruffian-Shepherd rudely blow,
Where, in the hollow Cave, I sat below;
On Acis' Bosom I my Head reclin'd:
And still preserv'd the Poem in my Mind.
Oh lovely Galatea, whiter far
Than falling Snows, and rising Lilies are;
More flowry than the Meads, as Crystal bright,
Erect as Alders, and of equal height;
More wanton, than a Kid, more sleek thy Skin,
Than Orient Shells, that on the Shores are seen.
Than Apples fairer, when the Boughs they lade,
Pleasing, as Winter Suns, or Summer Shade:
More grateful to the Sight, than goodly Plains;
And softer to the Touch, than Down of Swans;
Or Curds new turn'd; and sweeter to the Taste
Than swelling Grapes, that to the Vintage haste:
More clear than Ice, or running Streams, that stray
Through Garden Plots, but ah! more swift than they.
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Than Bullocks, unreclaim'd, to bear the Yoke,
And far more stubborn, than the knotted Oak:
Like sliding Streams, impossible to hold;
Like them, fallacious, like their Fountains, cold.
More warping, than the Willow to decline
My warm Embrace, more brittle, than the Vine;
Immoveable, and fixt in thy Disdain;
Rough, as these Rocks, and of a harder Grain.

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