EBBA 36859
British Library - C.121.g.9
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The Midsummer Wish.
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WAft me some soft and cooling Breeze
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To Windsors shady kind Retreat.
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Where silvan streams, wide-spreading trees
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Repel the Dog star's raging heat.
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Where tufted grass, and mossy beds
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Afford a rural calm Repose.
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Where Woodbines hang their Dewy heads,
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And fragrant Sweets around disclose.
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Old Oozy-Thames that flows fast by
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Along the smiling Valley plays.
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His glossy Surface cheers the Eye,
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As thro' the flow'ry Mead he strays,
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His fertile Banks with herbage green,
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His Vales with golden Plenty swell.
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Where-e'er his purer Streams are seen,
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The Gods of health and pleasure dwell.
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Let me thy clear and yielding Wave
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With naked Arm once more divide.
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In thee my glowing Bosom lave,
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And stem thy gentle flowing tide.
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Lay me with Damask Roses crown'd,
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Beneath some Ozier's dusky Shade.
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Where Water Lillies paint the Ground,
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And bubbling Springs refresh the Glade.
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Let chaste Clarinda too be there,
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With Azure Mantle lightly drest.
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Ye Nymphs bind up her silken hair,
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Ye Zephyrs fan her panting Breast.
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Oh! haste away fair Maid and bring
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The Muse, the only Friend to Love.
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To thee alone my Muse shall sing,
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And warble thro' the Vocal Grove.
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