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We sat ourselves down to a cooling repast,
Fresh fruits!—and she cull'd me the best:

Whilst, thrown from my guard by some glancess,
Love slily stole into my breast.

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Her air was so modest, her aspect so meek,
So simple, yet sweet were her charms,

I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek,
And lock'd the lov'd maid in my arms.

Now jocund together we tend a few sheep;
And if—on the banks by the stream,
Reclin'd on her bosom, I sink into sleep,
Her image still softens my dream.
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Together we range o'er the slow-rising hills,
Delighted with pastoral views,
Or rest on the rock whence the streamlet distils,
And mark out new themes for my Muse.

To pomp or proud titles she ne'er did aspire,
The damsel's of humble descent;
The cottager Peace is well known for her sire,
And shepherds have nam'd her, Content.
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O'er moorlandsand mountains, rude,barren and bare,
As wilder'd and wearied I roam,

A gentle young shepherdess sees my despair,
And leads me o'er lawns to her home. -

Yellow sheaves from richCeresher cottage hadcrown'd,
Green rushes were strew'd on her floor,

Her casement sweet woodbines crept wantonly round,
And deck'd the sod seats at her door.

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We sat ourselves down to a cooling repast,
Fresh fruits!—and she cull'd me the best;

Whilst, thrown from my guard by some glancesshe cast,
Love slily stole into my breast.

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Her air was so modest, her aspect so meek,
So simple, yet sweet were her charms,

I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek,
And lock'd the lov'd maid in my arms.

Now jocund together we tend a few sheep;
And if—on the banks by the stream,
Reclin'd on her bosom, I sink into sleep,
Her image still softens my dream.
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Together we range o'er the slow-rising hills,

Delighted with pastoral views,
Or rest on the rock whence the streamlet distils,
And mark out new themes for my Muse.

To pomp or proud titles she ne'er did aspire,
The damsel's of humble descent;
The cottager Peace is well known for her sire,
And shepherds have nam'd her, Content.
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I ask no kind return of love,
No tempting charm to please:
Far from the heart those gifts remove,
That sighs for peace and ease.
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Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,

Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But, turning, trembles too.

Far, as distress the soul can wound,
'Tis pain in each degree:

'Tis bliss but to a certain bound;
Beyond, is agony.

Take then this treacherous sense of mine,
Which dooms me still to smart;

Which pleasure can to pain refine,
To pains new pangs impart.

Oh, haste to shed the sacred balm;
My shatter'd nerves new string;

And for my guest, serenely calm,

The nymph Indifference bring.

At her approach, see Hope, see Fear,
See Expectation fly;

And Disappointment in the rear,
That blasts the promis'd joy.

The tear which Pity taught to flow,
The eye shall then disown;

The heart that melts for others woe
Shall then scarce feel its own.

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