SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA. Oh that at length our Age would raise Henry Vaughan. 65 SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA. WHERE the remote Bermudas ride He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage: E'der Poets. 5 66 SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA. He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And all the way, to guide their chime, Andrew Marvell. 67 PASTORAL. PASTORAL. My banks they are furnished with bees Such health do my fountains bestow- Not a pine in my grove is there seen But a sweetbrier entwines it around. One would think she might like to retire 68 PASTORAL. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, I have found out a gift for my fair I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. Such tenderness fall from her tongue. I have heard her with sweetness unfold And she called it the sister of Love. Let her speak, and whatever she say, Can a bosom so gentle remain Unmoved when her Corydon sighs? Soft scenes of contentment and ease! MAY-DAY. But where does my Phyllida stray? And where are her grots and her bowers? And the face of the valleys as fine; William Shenstone. 69 MAY-DAY. GET up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east, Nay, not so much as out of bed, When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns: 'tis sin, Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen For jewels for your gown or hair: |