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PASTORALS.
Lobbin, a Shepherd-boy, one evening fair,As western winds had cool'd the sultry air,His numb'red sheep within the fold now pent,Thus plain'd him of his dreery discontent; 12Beneath a hoary poplar's whisp'ring boughs,He, solitary, sat to breathe his vows,Venting the tender anguish of his heart,As passion taught, in accents free of art: 16And little did he hope, while, night by night,His sighs were lavish'd thus on Lucy bright.
 "Ah, well a day! how long must I endure"This pining pain? Or who shall speed my cure? 20"Fond love no cure will have, seeks no repose,"Delights in grief, nor any measure knows:"And now the moon begins in clouds to rise;"The brightening stars increase within the skies; 24"The winds are hush; the dews distil; and sleep"Hath clos'd the eyelids of my weary sheep:"I only with the proling wolf constrain'd"All night to wake: with hunger is he pain'd, 28"And I, with love. His hunger he may tame;"But who can quench, O cruel Love, thy flame?

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