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Song
[Corydon beneath a willow]
Corydon beneath a willow,
By a murmuring current laid,
His arm reclin'd, the lover's pillow,
Thus address'd the charming maid.
By a murmuring current laid,
His arm reclin'd, the lover's pillow,
Thus address'd the charming maid.
O! my Sacharissa, tell
How could Nature take delight,
That a heart so hard should dwell
In a frame so soft and white.
How could Nature take delight,
That a heart so hard should dwell
In a frame so soft and white.
Could you feel but half the anguish,
Half the tortures that I bear,
How for you I daily languish,
You'd be kind as you are fair.
Half the tortures that I bear,
How for you I daily languish,
You'd be kind as you are fair.
See the fire that in me reigns,
O! behold a burning man;
Think I feel my dying pains,
And be cruel if you can.
O! behold a burning man;
Think I feel my dying pains,
And be cruel if you can.
With her conquest pleas'd, the dame
Cry'd, with an insulting look,
Yes, I fain would quench your flame;
She spoke, and pointed to the brook.
Cry'd, with an insulting look,
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She spoke, and pointed to the brook.
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