PASTORALS.
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"And now, left heiress of the glen, she'll deem
"Me, londless lad, unworthy her esteem: 80
"Yet, was th e born, like me, of shepherd-fire;
"And I may fields and lowing herds acquire.
"O! would my gifts but win her wanton heart,
"Or could I half the warmth I feel impart, 84
"How would I wander, every day, to find
"The choice of wildings, blushing through the rind!
"For glossy plumbs how lightsome climb the tree,
"How risque the vengeance of the thrifty Bee! 88
"O! if thou deign to live a shepherdess,
"Thou Lobbin's flock, and Lobbin, shalt possess:
"And, fair my flock, nor yet uncomely I,
"If liquid fountains flatter not; and why 92
"Should liquid fountains flatter us, yet show
"The bordering flowers less beauteous than they grow?
"O! come, my love; nor think th' imployment mean,
"The dams to milk, and little lambkins wean, 96
"To drive a-field, by morn, the fattening ewes,
"'E're the warm Sun drink up the cooly dews,
"While, with my pipe, and with my voice, I chear
"Each hour, and through the day detain thine ear. 100
"How would the crook beseem thy lilly hand!
"How would my younglings round thee gazing stand!
"Me, londless lad, unworthy her esteem: 80
"Yet, was th e born, like me, of shepherd-fire;
"And I may fields and lowing herds acquire.
"O! would my gifts but win her wanton heart,
"Or could I half the warmth I feel impart, 84
"How would I wander, every day, to find
"The choice of wildings, blushing through the rind!
"For glossy plumbs how lightsome climb the tree,
"How risque the vengeance of the thrifty Bee! 88
"O! if thou deign to live a shepherdess,
"Thou Lobbin's flock, and Lobbin, shalt possess:
"And, fair my flock, nor yet uncomely I,
"If liquid fountains flatter not; and why 92
"Should liquid fountains flatter us, yet show
"The bordering flowers less beauteous than they grow?
"O! come, my love; nor think th' imployment mean,
"The dams to milk, and little lambkins wean, 96
"To drive a-field, by morn, the fattening ewes,
"'E're the warm Sun drink up the cooly dews,
"While, with my pipe, and with my voice, I chear
"Each hour, and through the day detain thine ear. 100
"How would the crook beseem thy lilly hand!
"How would my younglings round thee gazing stand!
"Ah,
