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PASTORALS.
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THE
FIFTH PASTORAL.
CUDDY.
And bashful into woods and thickets fly,
Mistrusting then our skill; yet if through time
Our voice, improving, gain a pitch sublime, 4
Thy growing virtues, Sackville, shall engage
My riper verse, and more aspiring age.
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And bashful into woods and thickets fly, Mistrusting then our skill; yet if through time
Our voice, improving, gain a pitch sublime, 4
Thy growing virtues, Sackville, shall engage
My riper verse, and more aspiring age.
The sun, now mounted to the noon of day,
Began to shoot direct his burning ray; 8
When, with the flocks, their feeders sought the shade
A venerable oak wide-spreading made:
What should they do to pass the loitering time?
As fancy led, each form'd his tale in rhyme: 12
Began to shoot direct his burning ray; 8
When, with the flocks, their feeders sought the shade
A venerable oak wide-spreading made:
What should they do to pass the loitering time?
As fancy led, each form'd his tale in rhyme: 12
And
