Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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 | Poems, on sacred and other subjects |  |
XIII.
Though loth to leave the reverend Sire,
Yet, bowing, at his high desire
He left the spacious hall;
In youthful bloom, before the door,
His guardians, whom he left before,
In readiness were all,
To guide him off their hallow'd field,
With complimental air,
Stern virtue's weapons now to wield,
With all judicious care.
Yet, bowing, at his high desire
He left the spacious hall;
In youthful bloom, before the door,
His guardians, whom he left before,
In readiness were all,
To guide him off their hallow'd field,
With complimental air,
Stern virtue's weapons now to wield,
With all judicious care.
Deep heartfelt sighs his bosom swell,
To bid these blooming nymphs farewell,
Perhaps to meet no more;
But, having reach'd the destined bound,
With sweet adieu they all wheel'd round,
Their duty being o'er.
To bid these blooming nymphs farewell,
Perhaps to meet no more;
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With sweet adieu they all wheel'd round,
Their duty being o'er.
Now sole, young Mopus sped his way,
Through fields, he knew not where;
When soon a damsel, brisk and gay,
Approach'd with cheerful air.
Through fields, he knew not where;
When soon a damsel, brisk and gay,
Approach'd with cheerful air.
With modest, sly, alluring mein,
She tried, by her grand lust'rous sheen,
To wile him to her bower;
But by that very instant came
Self-love, who told her grove was fame,
And that her wealth was power;
And that the harlot had beguiled
Full many a stranger there,
But oft her trappings he had foil'd,
When listen'd to with care.
She tried, by her grand lust'rous sheen,
To wile him to her bower;
But by that very instant came
Self-love, who told her grove was fame,
And that her wealth was power;
And that the harlot had beguiled
Full many a stranger there,
But oft her trappings he had foil'd,
When listen'd to with care.
When thus detected, off she sped,
Quick from her look the lustre fled,
And all her bloom decay'd;
By Self-love thus the youth, set free
From such deluding company,
Straight down the vale now stray'd.
A humble cottage stood upon
The flower-bestuded vale,
Where neither pomp nor grandeur shone;
This was Contentment's dale.
Quick from her look the lustre fled,
And all her bloom decay'd;
By Self-love thus the youth, set free
From such deluding company,
Straight down the vale now stray'd.
A humble cottage stood upon
The flower-bestuded vale,
Where neither pomp nor grandeur shone;
This was Contentment's dale.
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