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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Silvia] Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, <br>Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,<br>Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,<br>Take this cool, and flow'ry Seat: <br>And with pleasing Talk awhile<br>Let us two the Time beguile; <br>Tho' thou here no Shepherd see, <br>To encline his humble Knee, <br>Or with melancholy Lays <br>Sing thy dangerous Beauty's Praise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] Nymph! with thee I here wou'd stay, <br>But have heard, that on this Day, <br>Near those Beeches, scarce in view, <br>All the Swains some Mirth pursue: <br>To whose meeting now I haste. <br>Solitude do's Life but waste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Silvia] Prithee, but a Moment stay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] No! my Chaplet wou'd decay; <br>Ev'ry drooping Flow'r wou'd mourn, <br>And wrong the Face, they shou'd adorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Silvia] I can tell thee, tho' so Fair, <br>And dress'd with all that rural Care, <br>Most of the admiring Swains <br>Will be absent from the Plains. <br>Gay Sylvander in the Dance <br>Meeting with a shrew'd Mischance, <br>To his Cabin's now confin'd <br>By Mopsus, who the Strain did bind: <br>Damon through the Woods do's stray, <br>Where his Kids have lost their way: <br>Young Narcissus iv'ry Brow <br>Rac'd by a malicious Bough, <br>Keeps the girlish Boy from sight, <br>Till Time shall do his Beauty right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Dorinda] Where's Alexis? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Silvia] –He, alas! <br>Lies extended on the Grass; <br>Tears his Garland, raves, despairs, <br>Mirth and Harmony forswears; <br>Since he was this Morning shown, <br>That Delia must not be his Own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] Foolish Swain! such Love to place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Silvia] On any but Dorinda's Face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] Hasty Nymph! I said not so. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Silvia] No–but I thy Meaning know. <br>Ev'ry Shepherd thou wou'd'st have <br>Not thy Lover, but thy Slave; <br>To encrease thy captive Train, <br>Never to be lov'd again. <br>But, since all are now away, <br>Prithee, but a Moment stay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] No; the Strangers, from the Vale, <br>Sure will not this Meeting fail; <br>Graceful one, the other Fair. <br>He too, with the pensive Air, <br>Told me, ere he came this way <br>He was wont to look more Gay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Silvia] See! how Pride thy Heart inclines <br>To think, for Thee that Shepherd pines; <br>When those Words, that reach'd thy Ear, <br>Chloe was design'd to hear; <br>Chloe, who did near thee stand, <br>And his more speaking Looks command. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Dorinda] Now thy Envy makes me smile. <br>That indeed were worth his while: <br>Chloe next thyself decay'd, <br>And no more a courted Maid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Silvia] Next myself! Young Nymph, forbear. <br>Still the Swains allow me Fair, <br>Tho' not what I was that Day, <br>When Colon bore the Prize away; <br>When– </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Dorinda] –Oh, hold! that Tale will last, <br>Till all the Evening Sports are past; <br>Till no Streak of Light is seen, <br>Nor Footstep prints the flow'ry Green. <br>What thou wert, I need not know, <br>What I am, must haste to show. <br>Only this I now discern <br>From the things, thou'd'st have me learn, <br>That Woman-kind's peculiar Joys <br>From past, or present Beauties rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,
Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,
Take this cool, and flow'ry Seat: 
And with pleasing Talk awhile
Let us two the Time beguile; 
Tho' thou here no Shepherd see, 
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