Poems on Several Occasions ... To which is added, the Plague of Wealth, Occasion'd By the Author's receiving fifty Pounds from his Excellency the Lord Carteret, for the foremention'd Ode. With several Poems not in the Dublin Edition. By Matthew Pilkington. Revised by the Reverend Dr. Swift |
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MIRA and COLIN.
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MIRA and COLIN.
A Song.
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The Morn was fair, the Sky serene,The Face of Nature smil'd,
Soft Dews impearl'd the tufted Plain,
And Daisy-painted Wild:
The Hills were gilded by the Sun,
Sweet breath'd the vernal Air,
Her early Hymn the Lark begun
To sooth the Shepherd's Care.
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II
When Mira fair, and Colin gay,Both fam'd for faithful Love,
Delighted with the rising Day,
Together sought the Grove:
And near a smooth translucent Stream
That silent stole along,
Thus Colin to his matchless Dame
Address'd the tender Song.
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Hark! Mira, how from yonder TreeThe feather'd Warblers sing,
They tune their artless Notes for thee,
For thee, more sweet than Spring:
How choice a Fragrance thro' the Air
Those Spring-born Blossoms shed,
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Its purple-tinctur'd Head!
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Ah! Mira, had the tuneful RaceThy Heart-bewitching Tongue,
Who would not fondly haunt the Place,
Enamour'd while they sung?
Ye Flow'rs, on Mira's Bosom prest,
Ne'er held ye Place so fair,
Tho' oft ye breathe on Venus' Breast.
And scent the Graces Hair.
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Shall I to Gems compare thine Eyes,Thy Skin to Virgin Snows,
Thy balmy Breath, to Gales that rise
From ev'ry new-blown Rose?
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The fairest Forms we see,
We only guess at Things divine
By what appears in Thee.
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'Twas thus enamour'd Colin sung,His Love-excited Lays,
The Grove with tender Ecchoes rung,
Resounding Mira's Praise:
And thus cries Love, who sported near,
And wav'd his silken Wings,
What Wonder, since the Nymph's so fair,
So fond the Shepherd sings.
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