PASTORALS.
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THE
SECOND PASTORAL.
THENOT, COLINET.
THENOT.
S it not Colinet I lonesome see,
Leaning with folded arms against the tree?
Or is it age of late bedims my fight?
'Tis Colinet, indeed, in woeful plight. 4
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S it not Colinet I lonesome see, Leaning with folded arms against the tree?
Or is it age of late bedims my fight?
'Tis Colinet, indeed, in woeful plight. 4
Thy cloudy look why melting into tears,
Unseemly, now the sky so bright appears?
Why in this mournful manner art thou found,
Unthankful lad, when all things smile around? 8
Or hear'st not lark and linnet jointly sing,
Their notes blithe-warbling to salute the spring?
Unseemly, now the sky so bright appears?
Why in this mournful manner art thou found,
Unthankful lad, when all things smile around? 8
Or hear'st not lark and linnet jointly sing,
Their notes blithe-warbling to salute the spring?
COLINET.
Though blithe their notes, not so my wayward fate;
Nor lark would sing, nor linnet, in my state. 12
Though blithe their notes, not so my wayward fate;
Nor lark would sing, nor linnet, in my state. 12
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