Tixall Poetry.
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And on their oaten pipes each swaine
Her matchles beauties sung;
The envious nimphs were forc'd to yield
She had the sweetest face;
No emulous disputes they held,
But for the second place.
Her matchles beauties sung;
The envious nimphs were forc'd to yield
She had the sweetest face;
No emulous disputes they held,
But for the second place.
Young Coridon, whose stubborne hart
Noe beauty ere could move,
But smil'd to heare of bow and dart,
And brav'd the god of love;
Would view this nimph, and pleas'd at first,
Such silent charmes to see,
With wonder gaz'd, then sigh'd, and curst
His curiosity.
Noe beauty ere could move,
But smil'd to heare of bow and dart,
And brav'd the god of love;
Would view this nimph, and pleas'd at first,
Such silent charmes to see,
With wonder gaz'd, then sigh'd, and curst
His curiosity.
LIX.
Philander and Phillis.
O cruel bloody fate!
What canst thou now doe more?
What canst thou now doe more?
