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FLOR V S. But vain the Pleasure which the Season yields, The Bloom of Flow'rs, and Verdure of the Fields! Far, Damon, far from these unhappy Groves The cruėl lovely Rosalinda roves.
DA MO N. Ah! now I know why late the op'ning Buds Clos'd up their Gems, and fickend in the Woods; Why droop'd the Lilly in her fnowy Pride, And why the Rose withdrew her Sweets,and dy'd: For thee, Fair Rosalind, the opening Buds Clos'd up their Gems, and ficken'd in the Woods; For thee the Lilly shed her snowy Pride, For thee the Rofe withdrewher Sweetsand dy'd.
FLORUS: See! where yon Vine in foft Embraces weaves Her wanton Ringlets with the Mirtle's Leaves; There tun'd sweet Philomel her sprightly Lay, Both to the rising and the falling Day.
But since fair Refalind forfook the Plains,
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She weary wanders thro’untrodden ways,
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, Traverse the burning Soil or everlasting Snow;
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(laugh the Fields!
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, 230 Miscellaneous Poems and SAPPHO to PHAON.