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AMYNTAS.
It was a sullen, agitated silence,
On which severe reproofs, and dreadful threats
Sate lowering. She arose, and left the play;
And hath not from that time vouchsafed to see me.
Now three times hath the sweating reaper shorn
From the luxuriant fields the golden grain;
Three times departing autumn hath announced
With falling leaves the bleak approach of winter,
While to appease that unforgiving maid,
Each art, each effort have I tried, but death.
And willingly I'd die, would but my death
Either excite her pleasure, or her grief———
But which emotion should I wish to raise?
'Twould be but grateful in her to embalm
The memory of her constant swain with grief.
And yet I would not wish with sharp sensation
To sting, and harrass her soft, snowy breast;
Or dim, with tears, the lustre of her eye.
On which severe reproofs, and dreadful threats
Sate lowering. She arose, and left the play;
And hath not from that time vouchsafed to see me.
Now three times hath the sweating reaper shorn
From the luxuriant fields the golden grain;
Three times departing autumn hath announced
With falling leaves the bleak approach of winter,
While to appease that unforgiving maid,
Each art, each effort have I tried, but death.
And willingly I'd die, would but my death
Either excite her pleasure, or her grief———
But which emotion should I wish to raise?
'Twould be but grateful in her to embalm
The memory of her constant swain with grief.
And yet I would not wish with sharp sensation
To sting, and harrass her soft, snowy breast;
Or dim, with tears, the lustre of her eye.
THYRSIS.
And is it possible that if she heard
And is it possible that if she heard
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