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TO SYLVIA, On Approach of Winter
Come, my Silvia, come away;
Youth and Beauty will not stay;
Let's enjoy the present now.
Heark, tempestuous Winter's Roar,
How it blusters at the Door,
Charg'd with Frosts, and Storms, and Snow.
Youth and Beauty will not stay;
Let's enjoy the present now.
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How it blusters at the Door,
Charg'd with Frosts, and Storms, and Snow.
SEATED near the crackling Fire,
Let's indulge our fond Desire,
Careless of rough Borea's Blast:
Let us teach the blooming Youth,
What Joys attend on Love and Truth;
How much they please, how long they last.
Let's indulge our fond Desire,
Careless of rough Borea's Blast:
Let us teach the blooming Youth,
What Joys attend on Love and Truth;
How much they please, how long they last.
THE am'rous Warblers of the Grove,
That in sweet Carols chant their Love,
Can only sing, whilst Spring inspires;
But let us shew, no Age, no Time,
No warring Seasons, frozen Clime,
Can damp the Warmth of our Desires.
That in sweet Carols chant their Love,
Can only sing, whilst Spring inspires;
But let us shew, no Age, no Time,
No warring Seasons, frozen Clime,
Can damp the Warmth of our Desires.
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