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‘See, Daphne, see!’ Florelio crie… ‘And learn the sad effects of prid… Yon shelter’d rose, how safe conce… How quickly blasted when reveal’d! ‘The sun with warm attractive rays
How pleas’d within my native bower… Erewhile I pass’d the day! Was ever scene so deck’d with flow… Were ever flowers so gay? How sweetly smil’d the hill, the v…
The western sky was purpled o’er With every pleasing ray; And flocks reviving felt no more The sultry heats of day; When from an hazel’s artless bower
While orient skies restore the day… And dew-drops catch the lucid ray; Amid the sprightly scenes of morn Will aught the Muse inspire? Oh! peace to yonder clamorous horn
Why mourns my friend? why weeps hi… That eye where mirth, where fancy,… Thy cheerful meads reprove that sw… Spring ne’er enamell’d fairer mead… Art thou not lodged in Fortune’s…
Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne’er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may’st allo… My suppliant wish, that asks it no…
When genius, graced with lineal sp… When title shines, with ambient vi… Like some fair almond’s flowery po… The pride, the perfume, of the reg… Then learn, ye Fair! to soften sp…
Health to my friend, and many a ch… Around his seat may peaceful shade… Smooth flow the minutes, fraught w… And, till they crown our union, ge… Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vern…
O grief of griefs! that Envy’s fr… Should rob the living virtue of it… O foolish Muses! that with zeal a… To deck the cold insensate shrine… When the free spirit quits her hum…
My banks they are furnish’d with b… Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottos are shaded with trees, And my hills are white-over with s… I seldom have met with a loss,
So dear my Lucio is to me, So well our minds and tempers blen… That seasons may for ever flee, And ne’er divide me from my friend… But let the favour’d boy forbear
The fatal hours are wondrous near, That from these fountains bear my… A little space is given; in vain She robs my sight, and shuns the p… A little space, for me to prove
How pleased within my native bower… Erewhile I pass’d the day! Was ever scene so deck’d with flow… Were ever flowers so gay? How sweetly smiled the hill, the v…
Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay, Whose flocks never carelessly roam… Should Corydon’s happen to stray, Oh! call the poor wanderers home. Allow me to muse and to sigh,
O Memory! Celestial maid! Who glean’st the flowerets cropt b… And, suffering not a leaf to fade, Preserv’st the blossoms of our pri… Bring, bring those moments to my m…