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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Beneath a Willow's cooling Shade,
Natures soft and mossie Bed,
Th'am'rous Couple lay:
Colin felt a burning Flame,
Wish'd for what he durst not name;
At last began to say,
Corisca shall I sing a Song;
I'll not make it very long:
You have half an Hour to spare,
Ere you milk your fleecy Care:
I have driv'n the Ews too fast,
Let them get a little rest.
You'll not think the Time too long,
We'll beguile it with a Song.
How a Shepherd lov'd a Lass,
And did Court her on the Grass;
But the Maid was cruel Coy,
And refus'd to wed the Boy:
With the Grief his Heart he broke,
He leapt over a steep Rock:
Thus he made an End of Life,
Since she would not be his Wife.
Natures soft and mossie Bed,
Th'am'rous Couple lay:
Colin felt a burning Flame,
Wish'd for what he durst not name;
At last began to say,
Corisca shall I sing a Song;
I'll not make it very long:
You have half an Hour to spare,
Ere you milk your fleecy Care:
I have driv'n the Ews too fast,
Let them get a little rest.
You'll not think the Time too long,
We'll beguile it with a Song.
How a Shepherd lov'd a Lass,
And did Court her on the Grass;
But the Maid was cruel Coy,
And refus'd to wed the Boy:
With the Grief his Heart he broke,
He leapt over a steep Rock:
Thus he made an End of Life,
Since she would not be his Wife.
Corisca says, dear Colin sing,
Musick is a pleasant Thing.
Sure the Woman has been Mad,
For to kill a loving Lad.
Musick is a pleasant Thing.
Sure the Woman has been Mad,
For to kill a loving Lad.
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Colin's Heart was wond'rous glad,
When he heard the Words she said.
Soon did he begin to sing,
And made all the Valleys ring:
But so mournful was the Tale,
It invited Philomel;
Who did hear the Musick sweet,
And doth still the Notes repeat.
When he heard the Words she said.
Soon did he begin to sing,
And made all the Valleys ring:
But so mournful was the Tale,
It invited Philomel;
Who did hear the Musick sweet,
And doth still the Notes repeat.
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