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AIINNET's nest with anxious care,
With cries came fluttering round me;
You'd raise compassion in me? Hence, cruel, hence—unless you find Some better way to win me.
Alas! if to give pain, cry'd he,
My love for you has wrought me: I practise but that cruelty
You have so often taught me. If thus the linnet, and his mate,
Can raise compassion in you, No more unkindness imitate,
But let yaur Strephon win you.
This This said—like lightning back he flew,
The mossy nest restoring;
No more their loss deploring.
Had rais'd affection in me, AndStrephon was well pleas'd to find
The certain way to Will uie.
~^L7"OU ask mc, sweet maid, if my vows are
And call for some proof of my love;
But prithee such fancies remove;
O set me some task to perform,
But this, this, believe me, can poorly express,
Nay, bid me some action or enterprise da-re.
That men, though the boldest, would shun,
I'll do it, if'tis to be done.
Injurious to love and to me,
Nor ever, oh no! set me free.
Q.let pry fond vtows some favour obtain,
, And pleasure succeed to my toil;
Accept them, dear girl, and to bainsh my pain,
0! crown-the kind words with a smile. Ah, yes! for there's surely a pleasure divine
In the smile of the girl we adore;
~^L7"ES, yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire; J*- Uuaw'd, unshelter'd, I thy fury brave; I'll bare my bosom to thy forked fire,
Let it but guide me to Alonzo's grave! O'er his pale corse then while thy lightnings glare Fll press his clay-cold limbs, and perish there. But thou wilt wake again, my boy, -Again thou'lt rise to life and joy,
Thy father never!
Thy laughing eyes will meet the light,
On yon green bed of moss there lies my child,
He sleeps, sweet lamb! nor heeds the tempest wild, Oh! sweetersleeps than near this breaking heart.
Alas! alas! my babe, if thou would'st peaceful rest,
Thy cradle must not be thy mother's breast.
Yet thou wilt wake again, &C.
AH! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my
From N eptune's bed rising to hail the new day: Forlorn do I wander,and long time have sought her,
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme; A goddess in form, though a cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Though lordlings so gay, and young 'squires have sought her, To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain; Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter Convinc'd them their offers and flattery were vain: When first I beheld her I fondly besought her,
My heartdid her homage,and love wasmy theme, She v»w'd to bemine.thesweetcottager'sdaughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream. Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish? Pastorate splendor could near yield her hand; Ah ! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish, O'er her heart love and truth retain the command: The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her, For love, truth,and.constancy still is my theme, Then giveme,kind heaven,thecottager'sdaughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.