Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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A Tale sent by a Friend.
Ægon and Strephon, gentle Swains,Glory and Envy of our Plains,
Rivals in beauteous Cloe's Love,
Met her one day; when each did move
With equal warmth the wily Fair,
That she wou'd once for all declare
Who was the happy Man, and whom
She to Despair and Death wou'd doom:
The Shepherdess that day was dress'd
Artfully plain, and lookt her best;
Her flowing Hair in Ringlets play'd,
A flowry Chaplet deckt the Maid.
A Garland Ægon's Head did bind,
Strephon had left his Wreath behind:
Sore press'd was Cloe, but not caught,
Such Skill had Love and Nature taught;
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For she was loath to lose a Lover;
And thus the Secret she conceal'd,
Each long'd, yet fear'd, to have reveal'd:
The Nymph her flowry Chaplet bound
On Strephon's Head; her own she Crown'd
With Ægon's Wreath; so well her Part
She play'd, that which in Cloe's Heart
Had greatest share, is hard to say,
And is disputed to this day,
The happy Youth that Cloe's Chaplet bore,
Or the blest Swain whose Garland Cloe wore.
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