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[Amidst a rosy bank of flowers]
Amidst a rosy bank of flowers,
Young Damon mourn'd his forlorn fate;
In sighs he spent his languid hours,
And breath'd his woes in lonely state.
Young Damon mourn'd his forlorn fate;
In sighs he spent his languid hours,
And breath'd his woes in lonely state.
Gay joy no more shall cheer his mind,
No wanton sports can sooth his care,
Since sweet Amanda prov'd unkind,
And left him full of bleak despair.
No wanton sports can sooth his care,
Since sweet Amanda prov'd unkind,
And left him full of bleak despair.
His looks that were as fresh as morn
Can now no longer smiles impart;
His pensive soul, on sadness born,
Is rack'd and torn by Cupid's dart.
Can now no longer smiles impart;
His pensive soul, on sadness born,
Is rack'd and torn by Cupid's dart.
Turn, fair Amanda! cheer your swain,
Unshroud him from his veil of woe;
Range every charm to ease the pain
That in his tortur'd breast doth grow.
Unshroud him from his veil of woe;
Range every charm to ease the pain
That in his tortur'd breast doth grow.
The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||