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LINNET's nest with anxious care,
Young Strephon one day found me, When instantly the plunder'd pair,
With cries came fluttering round me; And is it thus cried I, unkind,
You'd raise compassion in me? Hence, cruel, hence unless
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 your 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, And Strephon was well
s'd to find The certain way to wili me.
ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are
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 dare,
That men, though the boldest, would shun,
I'll do it, if 'tis to be done.
Injurious to love and to me,
But this, this, believe me, &e.
O let my fond vows some favour obtain,
And pleasure succeed to my toil;
O! crowu the kind words with a smile.
In the smile of the girl we adore;
YES, yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire;
Unaw'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!
But thou wilt wake again, my boy,
Thy father never !
Veils his for ever.
Oh! safer lies from these chill'd arms apart, 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.
have you met the sweet nymph on your Transcendant as Venus, and blithe as Aurora,
From Neptune's bed rising to hail the new day: Forlorn do Iwander,and long time have soughther,
The fairest, the rarest, for ever my theme; Agoddess 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 heart did her homage, and love was my theme, She vow'd to be mine,the sweet cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding
stream. Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish?
Pastora to splendor could near yield her hand; Ah! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish, O'er her heart love and truth retain the com
mand: The wealth of Golconda could never have bought
her, For love, truth, and constancy still is my theme, Thengive me, kind heaven, the cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding