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A SONG.
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A SONG.
[On the green margin of the brook]
On the green margin of the brook
Despairing Phyllida reclined,
Whilst every sigh, and every look,
Declared the anguish of her mind.
Despairing Phyllida reclined,
Whilst every sigh, and every look,
Declared the anguish of her mind.
Am I less lovely then? (she cries,
And in the waves her form survey'd;)
Oh yes, I see my languid eyes,
My faded cheek, my colour fled:
These eyes no more like lightning pierced,
These cheeks grew pale, when Damon first
His Phillida betray'd.
And in the waves her form survey'd;)
Oh yes, I see my languid eyes,
My faded cheek, my colour fled:
These eyes no more like lightning pierced,
These cheeks grew pale, when Damon first
His Phillida betray'd.
The rose he in his bosom wore,
How oft upon my breast was seen!
And when I kiss'd the drooping flower,
Behold, he cried, it blooms again!
The wreaths that bound my braided hair,
Himself next day was proud to wear
At church, or on the green.
How oft upon my breast was seen!
And when I kiss'd the drooping flower,
Behold, he cried, it blooms again!
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Himself next day was proud to wear
At church, or on the green.
While thus sad Phyllida lamented,
Chance brought unlucky Thyrsis on;
Unwillingly the nymph consented,
But Damon first the cheat begun.
She wiped the fallen tears away,
Then sigh'd and blush'd, as who should say
Ah! Thyrsis, I am won.
Chance brought unlucky Thyrsis on;
Unwillingly the nymph consented,
But Damon first the cheat begun.
She wiped the fallen tears away,
Then sigh'd and blush'd, as who should say
Ah! Thyrsis, I am won.
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