PASTORALS.
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Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away!
Come, Thyrsis, come, ah why this long delay?
Thro' rocks and caves the name of Thyrsis sounds,
Thyrsis, each cave and echoing rock rebounds.
Ye pow'rs, what pleasing frenzy sooths my mind!
Do lovers dream, or is my shepherd kind?
He comes, my shepherd comes! —Now cease my lay,
And cease, ye gales, to bear my sighs away!
Come, Thyrsis, come, ah why this long delay?
Thro' rocks and caves the name of Thyrsis sounds,
Thyrsis, each cave and echoing rock rebounds.
Ye pow'rs, what pleasing frenzy sooths my mind!
Do lovers dream, or is my shepherd kind?
He comes, my shepherd comes! —Now cease my lay,
And cease, ye gales, to bear my sighs away!
Next Ægon sung, while Windsor groves admir'd,
Rehearse, ye Muses, what your selves inspir'd.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain!
Here where the mountains, less'ning as they rise,
Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies.
While lab'ring Oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat;
While curling smoaks from village-tops are seen,
And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green.
Rehearse, ye Muses, what your selves inspir'd.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain!
Here where the mountains, less'ning as they rise,
Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies.
While lab'ring Oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat;
While curling smoaks from village-tops are seen,
And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green.
Resound,
