Pastorals Viz. The Bashful Swain: And Beauty and Simplicity. By Mr. Purney |
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SCENE III.
A Bushy Brake, on the Side of a small running Water.
As sweet they sate, as sweet they show'd, I-Fay,
As Rosie-buds in Month of May,
Soft by the Side of th' easy-gated Stream;
Where sprinkled Flow'rs so fair did swim.
As Rosie-buds in Month of May,
Soft by the Side of th' easy-gated Stream;
Where sprinkled Flow'rs so fair did swim.
Soflin was safe: But when he caught the Mey,
Scarce Heart she had run more away.
Her breast doth yearn. She run's 'ore all the what
That they might do; sit, laugh and chat.
E'ne-now she joy'd at getting off, Ene-now
Resolv'd to hate, and hated too.
Yet back she need's must go. See's Paplet lain.
I doubt then wish'd her self't had been!
Around the place, and round, she walketh oft;
Then stay's her Step, and listen's soft.
Now she'd resolve to go to him, but when
Came well'y close, draw back agen.
Anon he rises, and his leave doth take;
And walk's away where was to walk.
Scarce Heart she had run more away.
Her breast doth yearn. She run's 'ore all the what
That they might do; sit, laugh and chat.
E'ne-now she joy'd at getting off, Ene-now
Resolv'd to hate, and hated too.
Yet back she need's must go. See's Paplet lain.
I doubt then wish'd her self't had been!
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Then stay's her Step, and listen's soft.
Now she'd resolve to go to him, but when
Came well'y close, draw back agen.
Anon he rises, and his leave doth take;
And walk's away where was to walk.
Then Soflin, who had skulkt a-hind a Breer,
Came weeping to the little Dear.
They wept together. Soon as she could speak,
Thus said, as fell on Paplet's Neck.
There is no more! May'st in him happy be!
Ne're grieve Thee for, ne think on Me!
And oh, do'nt blame the Boy! Ne love, dear Pap,
The less for this! It was my Hap.
There is no more. Do thou this Bracelet take;
Wear it, as I did, for his sake!
And now, sweet Boy! for ever now farwell,
For ever fare thee, fare-thee-well!
Came weeping to the little Dear.
They wept together. Soon as she could speak,
Thus said, as fell on Paplet's Neck.
There is no more! May'st in him happy be!
Ne're grieve Thee for, ne think on Me!
And oh, do'nt blame the Boy! Ne love, dear Pap,
The less for this! It was my Hap.
There is no more. Do thou this Bracelet take;
Wear it, as I did, for his sake!
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For ever fare thee, fare-thee-well!
She said. Then did the Bracelet on her bind,
That was her Colly's, once so kind.
That was her Colly's, once so kind.
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