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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay,<br> Whose flocks never carelessly roam; <br> Should Corydon's happen to stray,<br> Oh! call the poor wanderers home. <br> Allow me to muse and to sigh,<br> Nor talk of the change that ye find;<br> None once was so watchful as I;<br> I have left my dear Phillis behind.<br> Now I know what it is, to have strove<br> With the torture of doubt and desire;<br> What it is to admire and to love,<br> And to leave her we love and admire, <br> Ah, lead forth my flock in the morn,<br> And the damps of each evening repel; <br> Alas! I am faint and forlorn:<br> -I have bade my dear Phillis farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Since Phillis vouchsaf'd me a look,<br> I never once dreamed of my vine;<br> May I lose both my pipe and my crook,<br> If I knew of a kid that was mine!<br> I priz'd every hour that went by,<br> Beyond all that had pleas'd me before;<br> But now they are past, and I sigh;<br> And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But why do I languish in vain;<br> Why wander thus pensively here?<br> Oh! why did I come from the plain,<br> Where I fed on the smiles of my dear?<br> They tell me, my favourite maid,<br> The pride of that valley, is flown;<br> Alas! where with her I have stray'd,<br> I could wander with pleasure, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When forc'd the fair nymph to forgo,<br> What anguish I felt at my heart!<br> Yet I thought-but it might not be so-<br> 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart.<br> She gaz'd, as I slowly withdrew:<br> My path I could hardly discern;<br> So sweetly she bade me adieu,<br> I thought that she bade me return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The pilgrim that journeys all day<br> To visit some far distant shrine,<br> If he bear but a relique away,<br> Is happy, nor heard to repine.<br> Thus widely remov'd from the fair,<br> Where my vows, my devotion, I owe,<br> Soft hope is the relique I bear,<br> And my solace wherever I go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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 Whose flocks never carelessly roam; 
 Should Corydon's happen to stray,
 Oh! call the poor wanderers home. 
 Allow me to muse and to sigh,
 Nor talk of the change that ye find;
 None once was so watchful as I;
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