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First in these fields I try the sylvan strains	A
Nor blush to sport on Windsor's blissful plains	A
Fair Thames flow gently from thy sacred spring	B
While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing	B
Let vernal airs tho' trembling osiers play	C
And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay	C
You that too wise for pride too good for pow'r	D
Enjoy the glory to be great no more	E
And carrying with you all the world can boast	F
To all the world illustriously are lost	G
O let my Muse her slender reed inspire	H
Till in your native shades you tune the lyre	H
So when the Nightingale to rest removes	I
The Thrush may chant to the forsaken groves	J
But charm'd to silence listens while she sings	K
And all th' aerial audience clap their wings	K
Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews	L
Two Swains whom Love kept wakeful and the Muse	L
Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care	M
Fresh as the morn and as the season fair	M
The dawn now blushing on the mountain's side	N
Thus Daphnis spoke and Strephon thus reply'd	N
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Daphnis	O
Hear how the birds on ev'ry bloomy spray	C
With joyous musick wake the dawning day	C
Why sit we mute when early linnets sing	B
When warbling Philomel salutes the spring	B
Why sit we sad when Phosphor shines so clear	P
And lavish nature paints the purple Year	P
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Strephon	Q
Sing then and Damon shall attend the strain	Q
While yon' slow oxen turn the furrow'd Plain	Q
Here the bright crocus and blue vi'let glow	R
Here western winds on breathing roses blow	R
I'll stake yon' lamb that near the fountain plays	S
And from the brink his dancing shade surveys	S
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Daphnis	O
And I this bowl where wanton Ivy twines	O
And swelling clusters bend the curling vines	O
Four figures rising from the work appear	P
The various seasons of the rolling year	P
And what is that which binds the radiant sky	T
Where twelve fair Signs in beauteous order lie	T
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Damon	Q
Then sing by turns by turns the Muses sing	B
Now hawthorns blossom now the daisies spring	B
Now leaves the trees and flow'rs adorn the ground	N
Begin the vales shall ev'ry note rebound	N
Inspire me Phoebus in my Delia's praise	O
With Waller's strains or Granville's moving lays	O
A milk white bull shall at your altars stand	N
That threats a fight and spurns the rising sand	N
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Daphnis	O
O Love for Sylvia let me gain the prize	O
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes	O
No lambs or sheep for victims I'll impart	N
Thy victim Love shall be the shepherd's heart	N
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Strephon	Q
Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain	Q
Then hid in shades eludes her eager swain	Q
But feigns a laugh to see me search around	N
And by that laugh the willing fair is found	N
	-
Daphnis	O
The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green	Q
She runs but hopes she does not run unseen	Q
While a kind glance at her pursuer flies	O
How much at variance are her feet and eyes	O
	-
Strephon	Q
O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow	R
And trees weep amber on the banks of Po	R
Blest Thames's shores the brightest beauties yield	N
Feed here my lambs I'll seek no distant field	N
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Daphnis	O
Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves	O
Diana Cynthus Ceres Hybla loves	O
If Windsor shades delight the matchless maid	N
Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windsor shade	N
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Strephon	Q
All nature mourns the Skies relent in show'rs	O
Hush'd are the birds and clos'd the drooping flow'rs	O
If Delia smile the flow'rs begin to spring	B
The skies to brighten and the birds to sing	B
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Daphnis	O
All nature laughs the groves are fresh and fair	M
The Sun's mild lustre warms the vital air	M
If Sylvia smiles new glories gild the shore	E
And vanquish'd nature seems to charm no more	E
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Strephon	Q
In spring the fields in autumn hills I love	U
At morn the plains at noon the shady grove	V
But Delia always absent from her sight	N
Nor plains at morn nor groves at noon delight	N
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Daphnis	O
Sylvia's like autumn ripe yet mild as May	C
More bright than noon yet fresh as early day	C
Ev'n spring displeases when she shines not here	W
But blest with her 'tis spring throughout the year	P
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Strephon	Q
Say Daphnis say in what glad soil appears	O
A wond'rous Tree that sacred Monarchs bears	O
Tell me but this and I'll disclaim the prize	O
And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes	O
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Daphnis	O
Nay tell me first in what more happy fields	O
The Thistle springs to which the Lily yields	O
And then a nobler prize I will resign	Q
For Sylvia charming Sylvia shall be thine	Q
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Damon	Q
Cease to contend for Daphnis I decree	X
The bowl to Strephon and the lamb to thee	X
Blest Swains whose Nymphs in ev'ry grace excel	Y
Blest Nymphs whose Swains those graces sing so well	Y
Now rise and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs	O
A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs	O
The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd	N
While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around	N
For see the gath'ring flocks to shelter tend	N
And from the Pleiads fruitful show'rs descend	N

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