EBBA 36846
British Library - C.121.g.9
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['TWAS on a River's verdant side,]
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'TWAS on a River's verdant side,
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just at the close of Day,
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A dying Swan with Musick try'd
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to chase her Cares away.
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And tho' she ne'er had stretch'd her Throat
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nor tun'd her Voice before;
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Death (ravish'd with so sweet a Note
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a while the Stroke forbore.
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Farewel, he cry'd, ye Silver Stremas,
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yepurling Streams adieu;
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Wher Phoebus us'd to dart her Beams,
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and bless both me and you.
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Farewel ye tender whistling Reeds,
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soft Scenes of happy Love,
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Farewel ye bright enamelled Meads,
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where I was us'd to rove.
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No more with you may I converse,
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see yonder's setting Sun,
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Attend whilst I my last rehearse,
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and then I must be gone.
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Weep not my tender constant Mate,
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we'll meet again below;
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This is the kind Decree of Fate,
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and I with Pleasure go.
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But whether Life or Death betide,
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in Love 'tis equal Bliss;
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The Victor lives with empty Pride,
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the Vanquish'd lost me miss.
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