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The REQUEST, to MYRA.
A RURAL ODE.
The God of love, to courts alone,
Did ne'er confine his fires;
The swain in rustic cot has known
To pant with warm desires.
Did ne'er confine his fires;
The swain in rustic cot has known
To pant with warm desires.
Beneath yon verdant shade behold,
A gloomy shepherd lies;
Why does he thus his arms enfold?
'Tis written in his eyes.
A gloomy shepherd lies;
Why does he thus his arms enfold?
'Tis written in his eyes.
The lovely Myra has his heart,
'Tis she has stolen his ease;
And now he meditates the art,
Of knowing how to please.
'Tis she has stolen his ease;
And now he meditates the art,
Of knowing how to please.
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While she, o'er th'enamel'd plain,
Like Cynthia drives the deer;
Or Clio-like chants forth a strain,
Minerva's self might hear.
Like Cynthia drives the deer;
Or Clio-like chants forth a strain,
Minerva's self might hear.
Myra be kind, as thou art fair,
Raise the desponding youth,
From melancholy and despair,
To bless thee with his truth.
Raise the desponding youth,
From melancholy and despair,
To bless thee with his truth.
So shall the nymphs and swains, who press
The lawn, in sportive maze;
Still Myra as their queen caress,
And carol forth her praise.
The lawn, in sportive maze;
Still Myra as their queen caress,
And carol forth her praise.
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