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But if thou wilt in darkness lurk,
Take thy revenge on thy poor self,
Gentle mother chide no longer,
In its bloom untimely fading, Crush'd by sorrow's, heavy show'r.
Have you on the same occasion,
Never with your duty strove; Could you never hear persuasion
Dropping from the lip of love?
Had you seen the lovely stranger, And had been so sweetly bid;
English Chronicle. FIELDS OF FONTENAY.
Jfarewell fields of Fontenay,
Says Damon to his sprightly girl
To me this prayer be given, To live with thee, angelic fair
I ask no more of heaven.
An higher boon thy Silvia craves,
English Chronicle. DAMON AND CHLOE.
Chloe, I vow sincerely
All to be vow'd by man,
As long—as love I can.
CHLOE. You men when most you're kind,
But this I vow sincerely,
That should it so befall;
Why then, another shall.
The sweet deceiver hope destroys, By airy visions, real joys;Each future scene by her array'd In brightness, makes the present fade ;. All the long day we wish for night, Then sigh for the return of light.
Through gloomy winter's reign we mourn
Peeps abroad from yonder hill;
Frost has stopp'd the village mill.
Fast the flaky snow descends:
While the mitteu'd lass attends.
Rise the winds, and rocks the cottage,
April. Sunshine intermits with ardour,
ShowVs revive the drooping verdure.
Pearly beams the eye of morning,
School-boys in the brooks disporting,
Maids with each a guardian lover,
Hast'ning to the nearest cover,