Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
THE WISHFUL SWAIN, OF DEVON. |
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THE WISHFUL SWAIN, OF DEVON.
While Autumn choak'd with leaves the rill,Colin, within a shady combe,
Had shap'd his mow, beneath the hill,
And kept the merry harvest-home;
And of its bitter-sweets had strip'd
His orchard for the groaning pound;
When with the first clear juice that drip'd
He hied away, and Sally found.
Sally (says he) dear maiden, sip!”
She frown'd: he tried again to speak—
'Tis sweet as honey to the lip!”
He look'd as if his heart would break.
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Whose willows mourn'd the faded year;
Sighing (I heard the love-lorn swain)
“Wishness —ah! Wishness walketh here!”
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