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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral Ballad IV: Disappointment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye shepherds give ear to my lay, <br>And take no more heed of my sheep: <br>They have nothing to do but to stray; <br>I have nothing to do but to weep. <br>Yet do not my folly reprove; <br>She was fair -- and my passion begun; <br>She smil'd -- and I could not but love; <br>She is faithless -- and I am undone. <br>Perhaps I was void of all thought: <br>Perhaps it was plain to foresee, <br>That a nymph so compleat would be sought <br>By a swain more engaging than me. <br>Ah! love ev'ry hope can inspire; <br>It banishes wisdom the while; <br>And the lip of the nymph we admire <br>Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile. <br>She is faithless, and I am undone; <br>Ye that witness the woes I endure; <br>Let reason instruct you to shun <br>What it cannot instruct you to cure. <br>Beware how you loiter in vain <br>Amid nymphs of an higher degree: <br>It is not for me to explain <br>How fair, and how fickle they be. <br>Alas! from the day that we met, <br>What hope of an end to my woes? <br>When I cannot endure to forget <br>The glance that undid my repose. <br>Yet time may diminish the pain: <br>The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, <br>In time may have comfort for me. <br>The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, <br>The sound of a murmuring stream, <br>The peace which from solitude flows, <br>Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. <br>High transports are shewn to the sight, <br>But we are not to find them our own; <br>Fate never bestow'd such delight, <br>As I with my Phyllis had known. <br>O ye woods, spread your branches apace; <br>To your deepest recesses I fly; <br>I would hide with the beasts of the chace; <br>I would vanish from every eye. <br>Yet my reed shall resound thro' the grove <br>With the same sad complaint it begun; <br>How she smil'd, and I could not but love; <br>Was faithless, and I am undone!</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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And take no more heed of my sheep: 
They have nothing to do but to stray; 
I have nothing to do but to weep. 
Yet do not my folly reprove; 
She was fair -- and my passion begun; 
She smil'd -- and I could not but ..."></div>
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