On the Death of the Right Honourable the Lady Dorothy Saville, Daughter to the late Marquess of HALLIFAX

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AMENT ye Nymphs, be fad ye Swains,

Your pleasing Lays give o'ers an oris "pr

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For FLORA has forfook the Plains

And is, alas! no more.

II.

No more her Voice will charm the Woods,

Nor Ecchoing Lawns invite

The Sea-green Goddefs from the Floods,

Where once he took Delight.

III.

Sweet PHILOMEL fhall chant her Tale,

While we her Beir bedew;

Tho' Tears can ne'er o'er Death prevail,

Nor Sighs her Breath renew.

The

IV.

The Grief-tun'd Red-Breaft fills his Throat,

Where Notes of Sorrow flow,

And fobbing fwells his Feather'd Coat

In Sympathetick Woe.

V.

No purling Stream fhall murmur Love
To pleafe fond STREPHO N's Ear,
And ev'ry Spring fhall useless prove
But what flows from a Tear.

VI.

The well-fed Herd, and bleating Lambs

Shall now unheeded feed,

And Fawns likewife forfake their Dams,

As STREPHON has his Reed.

VII.

The Damask Rofe will lofe its Scent,

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The Lillies change their Hew;

Since now lie pale, and dead her Cheeks

From whence their Life they drew.

Come

VHI.

Come ev'ry Nymph and ev'ry Swain,

Let each a Garland make

Of Myrtle Tew, and Ever-green,
And wear 'em for her fake.

An Answer to SY L V IA, in Imitation of the foregoing PO E M.

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By a GENTLEMAN.

I...

AN Nymphs lament, or Swains be fad,

And pleafing Lays give o'er,

While STLVIA trips it o'er the Glade,

And fhews her Beauty's Store?"

II.

Tho' FLORA's Voice charm not the Woods,

Yet STLVIA's may invite

The Seagreen Goddefs from the Floods,

Where once he took Delight.

Let

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Let Philomel chant FLORAs Tale

While STLVIA we purfue, not of get

Tears may we hope oer her prevail (I dono Mokkin And Sighs our Lives renew. w audi evitabl

Each Red-breaft fwells his feather'd Coat,

But hence proceeds their Woe,

Rival'd by SILVIA's Sweefer Note, asi mokr
Their Throats with Sorrows flown bagno.

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Each Stream and Spring must useless prove,

To please fond STREPHON's Ears

What else can his Attention move

When SILVIA's Voice he hears:

VI.

The well-fed Herd, and bleating Lambs

Muft now unheeded feed ;

STREPHON his Pipe, and Fawns their Dams

Muft leave for STLVIA's Reed.

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In STVLIA's fweeter Breath indeed

The Rofe its Scent muft lofe, 'N FOR OPINI

For which each Day its fading Red

In Blushes it renews.

VIII

The Lillies then must change their Hue

When STLVIȚA shall appear;

And when her whiter Skin they view,

Grow pale with envying hér.

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Then cull ye Nymphs your choiceft Flow'rs,

Like thofe in STLVIA's Face;

Of all their Laurels ftrip your Bow'rs
With which her Temples grace.

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