Poems, chiefly pastoral By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces |
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ANACREON. ODE XXXIII. Imitated.
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ANACREON. ODE XXXIII. Imitated.
TO THE SWALLOW.
Soon as summer glads the sky,
Hither, gentle bird, you fly;
And with golden sunshine blest,
Build your pretty plaster'd nest.
Hither, gentle bird, you fly;
And with golden sunshine blest,
Build your pretty plaster'd nest.
When the seasons cease to smile,
(Wing'd for Memphis or the Nile)
Charming bird, you disappear
'Till the kind succeeding year.
(Wing'd for Memphis or the Nile)
Charming bird, you disappear
'Till the kind succeeding year.
Like the Swallow, Love, depart!
Respite for a while my heart.
Respite for a while my heart.
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No, he'll never leave his nest,
Tyrant tenant of my breast!
There a thousand Wishes try
On their callow wings to fly;
There you may a thousand tell,
Pertly peeping thro' the shell:
In a state unfinish'd, rise
Thousands of a smaller size.
Tyrant tenant of my breast!
There a thousand Wishes try
On their callow wings to fly;
There you may a thousand tell,
Pertly peeping thro' the shell:
In a state unfinish'd, rise
Thousands of a smaller size.
'Till their noisy chirpings cease,
Never shall my heart have peace.
Never shall my heart have peace.
Feather'd ones the younglings feed,
'Till mature they're fit to breed;
Then, to swell the crowded store,
They produce their thousands more:
Nor can mighty numbers count
In my breast their vast amount.
'Till mature they're fit to breed;
Then, to swell the crowded store,
They produce their thousands more:
Nor can mighty numbers count
In my breast their vast amount.
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