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The Works of the Late Aaron Hill

... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting

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Lesbia's Lamentation,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Lesbia's Lamentation,

on the Death of her Sparrow; altered from Mr. Cartwright.

I

Tell me not of joy—There's none,
Now my little sparrow's gone?
He, just like you,
Would toy, and woo:
He would chirp, and flatter me;
And, 'till he saw me look, and smile,
Lord! how sullen he would be!

II

He would catch a crumb, and then,
Sporting, let it go, again;
He, from my lip,
Would sit, and sip,

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From my plate, he lov'd to feed,
Here, wou'd hop, and there would run,
And ev'ry look, and motion, heed,
'Till my very heart he won.

III

O! how eager he would fight!
And never hurt, tho' often bite!
He perch'd, alas!
Upon my glass,
And ev'ry thing, I did, would do:
Ruffling, now, his feathers, all,
Now, as sudden, let them fall,
And, then, grew proud, and sleek'd 'em, too.

IV

Wou'd'st thou, Cupid, reach a heart,
With his feathers, wing thy dart:
Love might, that way,
Sure wounds convey.
But my faithful bird is gone;
Mournful turtles, murmur on.
Hop, ye Red-breasts, o'er his stone;
Cease to sing, and learn to mourn.