Colin and Phoebe.
A PASTORAL.
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Colin.
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BE still, oh, ye Winds! and attentive, ye Swains!
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'Tis Phoebe invites, and replies to my Strains.
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The Sun never rose on, search all the World thro',
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A Shepherd so blest, or a fair one so true.
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A Shepherd, etc.
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Phoebe.
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Glide softly, ye Streams! oh, ye Nymphs, round me throng!
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'Tis Colin commands, and enlivens my Song.
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Search all the World over, you never can find
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A Maiden so blest, or a Shepherd so kind.
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A Maiden, etc.
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CHORUS.
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Love, like the Sun, that gives Light to the Year,
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The sweetest of Blessings that Life can endear.
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Our Pleasures it brightens, drives Sorrow away,
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Gives Joy to the Night, and enlivens the Day.
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Colin
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With Phoebe beside me, the Seasons how gay!
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And Winter's bleak Months are as pleasant as May;
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The Summer's gay Verdure still springs as she treads,
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And Linnets and Nightingales sing thro' the Meads.
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Phoebe.
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When Colin is absent, 'tis Winter all round;
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How faint is the Sun-shine! how barren the Ground,
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Instead of the Linnets and Nightingale's Song,
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I hear the hoarse Raven croak all the Day long.
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Chorus, etc.
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Colin.
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Over Hills, Dales, and Vallies, my Phoebe and I
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Together will wander, and Love shall be nigh;
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Her Colin shall guard her safe all the long Day,
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And Phoebe at Night all his Pains shall repay.
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Phoebe.
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By Moon-light, when Shadows glide over the Plain,
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His Kisses shall chear me, his Arm shall sustain;
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The dark-haunted Grove I can trace without Fear,
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And sleep in a Church-yard, if Colin is near.
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Chorus, etc.
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Colin.
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Ye Shepherds that wanton it over the Plain,
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How fleeting your Transports! how lasting your Pain
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Inconstancy shun, and reward the fair she,
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And learn to be happy from Phoebe and me.
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Phoebe.
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Ye Nymphs who the Pleasure of Love never try'd,
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Attend to my Strains, and take me for your Guide;
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Your Hearts keep from Pride and Inconstancy free,
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And learn to be happy from Colin and me.
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Chorus, etc.
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