The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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A PASTORAL SONG.
Farewel, O farewel to the day,
That smiling with happiness flew!
Ye verdures and blushes of May,
Ye songs of the linnet, adieu!
That smiling with happiness flew!
Ye verdures and blushes of May,
Ye songs of the linnet, adieu!
In tears from the vale I depart;
In anguish I move from the fair:
For what are those scenes to the heart
Which Fortune has doom'd to despair?
In anguish I move from the fair:
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Which Fortune has doom'd to despair?
Love frowns, and how dark is the hour!
Of rapture, departed the breath!
So gloomy the grove and the bow'r,
I tread the pale valley of death.
Of rapture, departed the breath!
So gloomy the grove and the bow'r,
I tread the pale valley of death.
With envy I wander forlorn,
At the breeze which her beauty has fann'd;
And I envy the bird on the thorn,
Who sits watching the crumbs from her hand.
At the breeze which her beauty has fann'd;
And I envy the bird on the thorn,
Who sits watching the crumbs from her hand.
I envy the lark o'er her cot,
Who calls her from slumber, so blest;
Nay, I envy the nightingale's note,
The Syren who sings her to rest.
Who calls her from slumber, so blest;
Nay, I envy the nightingale's note,
The Syren who sings her to rest.
On her hamlet, once more let me dwell—
One look! the last comfort!) be mine—
O pleasure, and Delia, farewel!
Now, sorrow, I ever am thine.
One look! the last comfort!) be mine—
O pleasure, and Delia, farewel!
Now, sorrow, I ever am thine.
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