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By the Same.
I. On a ROOT-HOUSE,
ERE in cool grot, and mosfy cell,
We rural fays and faeries dwell:
Her beams, reflected from the wave,',
Would you then taste our tranquil scene,
And tread with awe these favour'd bow'rs,
II. In a shady Valley, near a running Water.
! Let me haunt this peaceful shade ;
Nor let ambition e'er invade
Hither the plaintive halcyon Aies
skies 5; Pleas'd, by this rill, her course to steer, And hide her saphire plumage here.
The trout, bedropt with crimson stains,
And sure I hear the Naiad say,
Thy waters, lovely cool and fair !
“ Flow gentle stream ! nor let the vain
III. On a small Building in the Gothick Taste.
you that batbe in courtly blytie!
Dz togle in foztune's giddy (pheare !
DE him, that bydes contentid here.
202 yet dildeigne the rulet Goale,
adlhych o'er each careretle Iymbe he flyngs: Roz yet deryde the beechen bowle,
3n wheche he quaffs the Iympid (płyngs.
FozØyve hym, if, at eve oz dawne,
Deboyde of wozidiye carke he Cray:
he watte bis inoxenlive day.
So may He pardonne fraud and trife,
3f such in courtlye haunt he fee : Foz faults there beene in bulye lyfe,
From wheche these peaceful glennes are free.
Whose flocks never carelessly roam ;
Oh! call the poor wanderers home.
Nor talk of the change that ye find;
With the torture of doubt and desire ;
And to leave her we love and admire.
And the damps of each ev’ning repell;
I never once dreamt of my vine ;
If I knew of a kid that was mine.
Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are part, and I figh;
And I grieve that I priz’d them no more.
But why do I languish in vain?
Why wander thus pensively here? Oh! why did I come from the plain,
Where I fed on the smiles of my dear?
The pride of that valley, is flown;
What anguish I felt at my heart !
'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew;
My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly the bade me adieu,
I thought that the bade me return,