The Poetical Works of William Julius Mickle including several original pieces, with a new life of the author. By the Rev. John Sim |
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THE SHEPHERD IN LOVE.
Were Nancy but a rural maid,
And I her only swain
To tend our flocks in rural mead,
And on the verdant plain;
Oh, how I'd pipe upon my reed
To please my only maid,
While from all sense of fear we're freed
Beneath an oaken shade.
And I her only swain
To tend our flocks in rural mead,
And on the verdant plain;
Oh, how I'd pipe upon my reed
To please my only maid,
While from all sense of fear we're freed
Beneath an oaken shade.
When lambkins under hedges bleat,
And clouds do black the sky,
Then to our oaken safe retreat
We'd both together hie:
There I'd repeat my vows of love
Unto the charming fair,
Whilst her dear fluttering heart should prove
Her love like mine sincere.
And clouds do black the sky,
Then to our oaken safe retreat
We'd both together hie:
There I'd repeat my vows of love
Unto the charming fair,
Whilst her dear fluttering heart should prove
Her love like mine sincere.
When Phœbus bright sinks in the west
And flocks are pent in fold,
Beneath an oaken tree we'd rest
In joys not to be told.
And when Aurora's beams set free
The next enlivening day,
We'd turn our flocks at liberty
And down we'd sit and play.
And flocks are pent in fold,
Beneath an oaken tree we'd rest
In joys not to be told.
And when Aurora's beams set free
The next enlivening day,
We'd turn our flocks at liberty
And down we'd sit and play.
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