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Florus.
Ye murm'ring Fountains, and ye wand'ring Floods,
That visit various Lands thro' various Roads;
Say, when ye find where Rosalind resides,
Say, how my Tears increase your swelling Tides.
Ye murm'ring Fountains, and ye wand'ring Floods,
That visit various Lands thro' various Roads;
Say, when ye find where Rosalind resides,
Say, how my Tears increase your swelling Tides.
Damon.
Tell me, I charge you, O! ye Sylvan Swains,
Who range the mazy Grove, or flow'ry Plains,
Beside what Fountain, in what breezy Bow'r,
Reclines my Charmer in the noon-tide Hour!
Tell me, I charge you, O! ye Sylvan Swains,
Who range the mazy Grove, or flow'ry Plains,
Beside what Fountain, in what breezy Bow'r,
Reclines my Charmer in the noon-tide Hour!
Florus.
Soft, I adjure you, by the skipping Fawns,
By the fleet Roes, that bound along the Lawns;
Soft tread, ye Virgin Daughters of the Grove,
Nor with your Dances wake my sleeping Love!
Soft, I adjure you, by the skipping Fawns,
By the fleet Roes, that bound along the Lawns;
Soft tread, ye Virgin Daughters of the Grove,
Nor with your Dances wake my sleeping Love!
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