The Poetical Works of Henry Brooke ... In Four Volumes Octavo. Revised and corrected by the Original Manuscript With a Portrait of the Author, and His Life By Miss Brooke. The Third Edition |
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AIR VII.
Jack.Farewel to my Gracey, my Gracey so sweet,
How painful to part!—but again we shall meet.
Thy Jack, he will languish, and long for the day,
That shall kiss the dear tears of his sister away.
Tho' Honour, in groves of tall laurel, should grow;
And fortune, in tides, should eternally flow;
Nor Honour, nor Fortune thy Jack shall detain,
But he'll come to his Gracey, his Sister again.
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Again, at our door, in the morning of spring,To see the sun rise, and hear Gold-finches sing;
To rouse our companions, and maids of the May,
In copses to gambol, in meadows to play.
Or, at Questions and Forfeits, all rang'd on the grass:
Or to gather fresh chaplets, each Lad for his Lass;
To sing, and to dance, and to sport on the plain,
Thy Jack shall return to his Gracey again.
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Or alone, in his Gracey's sweet company blest,To feed the young Robins that chirp on the nest;
To help at her med'cines, and herbs for the poor,
And welcome the stranger that stops at the door.
At night, o'er our fire, and a cup of clear ale,
To hear the town-news, and the Traveller's tale;
To smile away life, till our heads they grow hoar,
And part from my sheep, and my Gracey no more.
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