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The poultry there will seem around to stand,Waiting upon her charitable hand.No succour meet the poultry now can find,For they, like me, have lost their Blouzelind. Whenever by yon barley mow I pass, 75Before my eyes will trip the tidy lass.I pitch'd the sheaves (oh could I do so now)Which she in rows pil'd on the growing mow.There ev'ry deale my heart by love was gain'd,There the sweet kiss my courtship has explain'd. 80Ah Blouzelind! that mow I ne'er shall see,But thy memorial will revive in me. Lament, ye fields, and rueful symptoms show,Henceforth let not the smelling primrose grow;^[1]Let weeds instead of butter-flow'rs appear, 85And meads, instead of daisies, hemlock bear;For cowslips sweet let dandelions spread,For Blouzelinda, blithesome maid, is dead!Lament ye swains, and o'er her grave bemoan,And spell ye right this verse upon her stone.^[2] 90Here Blouzelinda lies———alas, alas!Weep shepherds,———and remember flesh is grass.

GRUBBINOL. Albeit thy songs are sweeter to mine ear,^[3]Than to the thirsty cattle rivers clear;Or winter porridge to the lab'ring youth, 95Or buns and sugar to the damsel's tooth;^[4]

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   Line 84. Pro molli viola, pro purpureo Narcisso
   Carduus, & spinis surgit Paliurus acutis.Virg.

2. 90. Et tumulum facité, & tumulo superaddito Carmen.
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   93.Tale tuum Carmen nobis. Divine Poeta,
   Quale sopor fessis in gramine: quale per æstum
   Dulcis aquæ saliente sitim restinguere rivo.
   Nos tamen haec quocumque modo tibi nostra vicissim
   Dicemus, Daphninque tuum tollemus ad astra.Virg.

4. 96. Κρἑοσοτ μελωομένω τεν ακουἐμεν ὐτ μέλτ λεἰχειν.Theoc.

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