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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral Ballad I: Absence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arbusta humilesque myricæ. Virg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ye shepherds so chearful 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 Phyllis behind. <br>Now I know what it is, to have strove <br>With the torture of doubt and desire;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 ev'ning repel; <br>Alas! I am faint and forlorn: <br>-- I have bade my dear Phyllis farewel. <br>Since Phyllis vouchsaf'd me a look, <br>I never once dreamt of my vine; <br>May I lose both my pipe and my crook, <br>If I knew of a kid that was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><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. <br>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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! where with her I have stray'd, <br>I could wander with pleasure, alone. <br>When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, <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"><br>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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Ye shepherds so chearful and gay, 
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; 
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