Then when my tedious hours are past Low at thy feet to breathe my last, HAMILTON, FROM her, alas! whose smile was love Be all her syren arts forgot That fill'd my bosom with alrrms: Ah! let her crime-a little spot Be lost amidst her blaze of charms. As on I wander slow, my sighs At every step for Cynthia mourn : My anxious heart within me dies, Deluded Deluded heart! thy folly know, WOLCOTT. Go, tell AMYNTA, gentle swain, A sigh, or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her, my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress ; DRYDEN. YES, fairest proof of beauty's power, While now I take my last adieu, Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear, Lest yet my half-closed eye may view On earth an object worth its care. From jealousy's tormenting strife Yet when some better fated youth Shall with his amorous parley move thee, Reflect one moment on his truth: Who dying thus persists to love thee. PRIOR. he ON I mourn, and Damon is my theme. Now to the mossy cave I fly, Where to my swain I oft have sung, Now through the winding vale I pass, And sigh to see the well-known shade; weep, and kiss the bended grass I Where love and Damon fondly play'd, The vale, the shade, the grass, remain," But Damon there I seek in vain. From From hill, from dale, each charm is fled, Groves, flocks, and fountains please no more, Each flower in pity droops its head, All nature does my loss deplore. All, all reproach the faithless swain, Yet Damon still I seek in vain. DALTON In vain you tell your parting lover That bear me far from what I love? Be gentle, and in pity choose Where first my shipwreckt heart was lost, I may once more repeat my pain, Once more in dying notes complain PRIOR. |