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The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq

In two volumes. With Decorations. The fourth edition

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ODE.

[So dear my Lucio is to me]

So dear my Lucio is to me,
So well our minds and tempers blend;
That seasons may for ever flee,
And ne'r divide me from my friend;
But let the favour'd boy forbear
To tempt with love my only fair.
O Lycon, born when every muse,
When every grace benignant smil'd,
With all a parent's breast could chuse
To bless her lov'd, her only child;
'Tis thine, so richly grac'd to prove
More noble cares, than cares of love.
Together we from early youth
Have trod the flowery tracks of time,
Together mus'd in search of truth,
O'er learned sage, or bard sublime;
And well thy culter'd breast I know,
What wonderous treasure it can show.
Come then, resume thy charming lyre,
And sing some patriot's worth sublime,
Whilst I in fields of soft desire,
Consume my fair and fruitless prime;
Whose reed aspires but to display
The flame that burns me night and day.

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O come! the dryads of the woods
Shall daily soothe thy studious mind,
The blue-ey'd nymphs of yonder floods
Shall meet and court thee to be kind;
And fame sits listening for thy lays
To swell her trump with Lucio's praise.
Like me, the plover fondly tries
To lure the sportsman from her nest,
And flutt'ring on with anxious cries,
Too plainly shews her tortur'd breast:
O let him, conscious of her care,
Pity her pains, and learn to spare.