The poetical wanderer containing, dissertations On the early poetry of Greece, On tragic poetry, and on the power Of noble actions on the mind. To which are added, several poems |
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The Maid of the Cot:
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The Maid of the Cot:
A Pastoral.
Beneath that lone sorrowful shed,
By whose door the brook murmuring flows,
Where the poplar elates its tall head
And blooms the neglected wild rose;
Liv'd Aline the maid of the cot
Reclin'd on the bosom of rest,
No honors, no riches she fought,
No sorrows invaded her breast.
By whose door the brook murmuring flows,
Where the poplar elates its tall head
And blooms the neglected wild rose;
Liv'd Aline the maid of the cot
Reclin'd on the bosom of rest,
No honors, no riches she fought,
No sorrows invaded her breast.
She tript in her rambles the plain
And drove her flock playful along,
She stole the kind love of the swain
And hail'd the chaste eve with her song:
Delightful her feelings to please
The loneness and stillness of groves,
The hollow complaint of the breeze,
The birds sweetly warbling their loves.
And drove her flock playful along,
She stole the kind love of the swain
And hail'd the chaste eve with her song:
Delightful her feelings to please
The loneness and stillness of groves,
The hollow complaint of the breeze,
The birds sweetly warbling their loves.
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Peace constant attended her ways
And mark'd the fond spots which she chose,
She dwelt in her pastoral lays,
She sunk on her lap to repose;
But ceas'd is the voice of her lay,
Deserted her flock and her cot,
Her virtue is stolen away,
And Aline's repose is forgot.
And mark'd the fond spots which she chose,
She dwelt in her pastoral lays,
She sunk on her lap to repose;
But ceas'd is the voice of her lay,
Deserted her flock and her cot,
Her virtue is stolen away,
And Aline's repose is forgot.
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