When I drain the rosy bowl lens Fawkesio na „bsadqnude a Y 65 When lovely woman stoops to folly, Goldsmithy 47 When Orpheus went down to the regions below, Lisle (228 When Sappho tuned the raptured strain,Smollet. Sir J. Harrington. 167 Whistler. While from my looks, fair nymph, you guess While in the bower with beauty blest While silently I loved, nor dared While, Strephon, thus you tease one While Strephon in his pride of youth Whilst I fondly view the charmer, Why, cruel creature, why so bent Why, lovely charmer, tell me why, Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Why will Florella, while I gaze, Why will you my passion reprove? Lansdown. Shenstone. Suckling. Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now, You tell me that you truly love; 289. 174 BALLADS AND PASTORAL SONGS. 'T WAS when the seas were roaring A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined: Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wishful look, Her head was crown'd with willows "Twelve months are gone and over And let a lover rest: Ah! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast? "The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempests in despair; But what's the loss of treasure But none that loves you so. "How can they say that Nature All melancholy lying Thus wail'd she for her dear, Repaid each blast with sighing, Each billow with a tear; When o'er the white waves stooping, His floating corpse she 'spied; Then like a lily drooping She bow'd her head and died. GAY. ALL |