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Then Colin loud lamented o'er the Dead,
And unavailing Tears profusely shed,
And broke his wicked Strings, and curs'd his Skill;
And, best to make Atonement for the Ill,
(If for such Ill Atonement might be made)
He builds her Tomb beneath a Laurel Shade:
Then adds a Verse, and sets with Flow'rs the Ground,
And makes a Fence of winding Osiers round:
A Verse and Tomb is all I now can give,
And here thy Name at least, he said, shall live.
Thus ended Cuddy with the setting Sun,
And by his Tale unenvy'd Praises won.
And unavailing Tears profusely shed,
And broke his wicked Strings, and curs'd his Skill;
And, best to make Atonement for the Ill,
(If for such Ill Atonement might be made)
He builds her Tomb beneath a Laurel Shade:
Then adds a Verse, and sets with Flow'rs the Ground,
And makes a Fence of winding Osiers round:
A Verse and Tomb is all I now can give,
And here thy Name at least, he said, shall live.
Thus ended Cuddy with the setting Sun,
And by his Tale unenvy'd Praises won.
The Sixth Pastoral.
GERON. HOBBINOL. LANQUET.
GERON.
How still the Sea! behold; how calm the Sky!
And how, in sportive Chase, the Swallows fly!
My Goats, secure from harm, small Tendance need,
While high on yonder hanging Rock they feed:
And here below, the Banky Shore along,
Your Heifers graze: And I to hear your Song
Dispos'd. As eldest, Hobbinol, begin;
And Lanquet's Under-Song by Turns come in.
How still the Sea! behold; how calm the Sky!
And how, in sportive Chase, the Swallows fly!
My Goats, secure from harm, small Tendance need,
While high on yonder hanging Rock they feed:
And here below, the Banky Shore along,
Your Heifers graze: And I to hear your Song
Dispos'd. As eldest, Hobbinol, begin;
And Lanquet's Under-Song by Turns come in.
HOBBINOL.
Let others meanly stake upon their Skill,
Or Kid, or Lamb, or Goat, or what they will;
For Praise we sing, nor Wager ought beside:
And, whose the Praise, let Geron's Lips decide.
Let others meanly stake upon their Skill,
Or Kid, or Lamb, or Goat, or what they will;
For Praise we sing, nor Wager ought beside:
And, whose the Praise, let Geron's Lips decide.
LANQUET.
To Geron I my Voice and Skill commend:
Unbias'd he, to both is equal Friend.
To Geron I my Voice and Skill commend:
Unbias'd he, to both is equal Friend.
GERON.
