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O! Love, thy Rigour my whole Life deforms,
More cold than Winter, more severe than Storms!
More cold than Winter, more severe than Storms!
Lycidas.
Sweet is the Spring, and gay the Summer Hours,
When balmy Odours breathe from painted Flow'rs;
But neither sweet the Spring, nor Summer gay,
When she I love, my Charmer is away.
Sweet is the Spring, and gay the Summer Hours,
When balmy Odours breathe from painted Flow'rs;
But neither sweet the Spring, nor Summer gay,
When she I love, my Charmer is away.
Daphnis.
To savage Rocks, thro' bleak inclement Skies,
Deaf as those Rocks, from me my Fair-one flies:
O! Virgin cease to fly! th' inclement Air
May hurt thy Charms!—but thou hast Charms to spare!
To savage Rocks, thro' bleak inclement Skies,
Deaf as those Rocks, from me my Fair-one flies:
O! Virgin cease to fly! th' inclement Air
May hurt thy Charms!—but thou hast Charms to spare!
Lycidas.
I love, and ever shall my Love remain,
The fairest, kindest Virgin of the Plain;
I love, and ever shall my Love remain,
The fairest, kindest Virgin of the Plain;
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