Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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Once as the Sun the western Skies stole down,
And in the East arose the silver Moon;
Now toyling Heifers, wounded with the Goad,
Are all released from the servile Load:
Now from the Moors the Hunters homeward ride
With umquhile Maukin dangling at their Side:
From distant Hamlet hungry School-Boy comes,
With runing Nose, and blowing o'er his Thumbs:
To neighb'ring Ale-House tipling Curate goes
With tatter'd Crape to take a deep Carouse:
From verdant Woods with sounding Horns the Swains
Bring home the milky Mothers of the Plains.
Corisca goes to Boughts to milk the Ews,
And spys her Colin whistl'ing o'er the Knows,
Driving his Charge down to the nightly Fold;
His yellow Hair was like the streaming Gold;
He grac'd his Trews his Crook and Tartan-Plade;
As fine as Kenneth was the Swain arrai'd.
The Lass was singing with a thoughtless Air,
For, saving Love, she had no wordly Care.
Corisca chuckled when the Lad she view'd;
A Joy went tingling thro' her Mass of Blood.
Once she had growing Thoughts to be his Wife;
A rapid Pleasure touch'd the Strings of Life.
Colin soon folded up his woolly Drove,
And runs to quench his eager Thirst of Love.
Kind Words he spoke, his weary'd Head did rest
Upon the peaceful Pillow of her Breast.
Around her Waste his loving Arm was spread;
There he solac'd upon the downy Bed.
Often did Colin his Corisca kiss,
The certain Pledges of a future Bless.
The loving Pair upon green Pastures lay;
And made the Ev'ning for to crown the Day.
And in the East arose the silver Moon;
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Are all released from the servile Load:
Now from the Moors the Hunters homeward ride
With umquhile Maukin dangling at their Side:
From distant Hamlet hungry School-Boy comes,
With runing Nose, and blowing o'er his Thumbs:
To neighb'ring Ale-House tipling Curate goes
With tatter'd Crape to take a deep Carouse:
From verdant Woods with sounding Horns the Swains
Bring home the milky Mothers of the Plains.
Corisca goes to Boughts to milk the Ews,
And spys her Colin whistl'ing o'er the Knows,
Driving his Charge down to the nightly Fold;
His yellow Hair was like the streaming Gold;
He grac'd his Trews his Crook and Tartan-Plade;
As fine as Kenneth was the Swain arrai'd.
The Lass was singing with a thoughtless Air,
For, saving Love, she had no wordly Care.
Corisca chuckled when the Lad she view'd;
A Joy went tingling thro' her Mass of Blood.
Once she had growing Thoughts to be his Wife;
A rapid Pleasure touch'd the Strings of Life.
Colin soon folded up his woolly Drove,
And runs to quench his eager Thirst of Love.
Kind Words he spoke, his weary'd Head did rest
Upon the peaceful Pillow of her Breast.
Around her Waste his loving Arm was spread;
There he solac'd upon the downy Bed.
Often did Colin his Corisca kiss,
The certain Pledges of a future Bless.
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And made the Ev'ning for to crown the Day.
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