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TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
To the banks, and the grottos, and groves,
Which for her with such taste you adorned,
By the fountains and murmuring Doves,
Could she stray, and your love unreturned?
Which for her with such taste you adorned,
By the fountains and murmuring Doves,
Could she stray, and your love unreturned?
Ah, Phillis! our favorite swain
'T was cruel to use thus unkind,
And to wound with contempt and disdain
His feeling and sensitive mind.
'T was cruel to use thus unkind,
And to wound with contempt and disdain
His feeling and sensitive mind.
For thee not a shepherd shall mourn,
Not a dirge shall melodiously flow;
You in turn shall be treated with scorn,
Since you caused our dear Corydon woe!
Not a dirge shall melodiously flow;
You in turn shall be treated with scorn,
Since you caused our dear Corydon woe!
But, Phillis, though justly your due,
In vain our resentment is shown;
For our favorite shepherd was true,
And you live in a strain of his own.
In vain our resentment is shown;
For our favorite shepherd was true,
And you live in a strain of his own.
And since our own Corydon thus
Has made Phillis his favorite theme,
Has made Phillis his favorite theme,
