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<T ALEXIS> � A PASTORAL� UPON A BANK WITH COWSLIPS COVERED O'ER, WHERE LEVEN'S WATERS BREAK AGAINST THE SHORE; WHAT TIME THE VILLAGE SIRES IN CIRCLES TALK, AND YOUTHS AND MAIDENS TAKE THEIR EVENING WALK; AMONG THE YELLOW BROOM ALEXIS LAY, AND VIEWED THE BEAUTIES OF THE SETTING DAY. FULL WELL YOU MIGHT OBSERVE SOME INWARD SMART, S OME SECRET GRIEF HUNG HEAVY AT HIS HEART. WHILE ROUND THE FIELD HIS SPORTIVE LAMBKINS PLAY'D HE RAIS'D HIS PLAINTIVE VOICE, AND THUS HE SAID: BEGIN , MY PIPE] A SOFTLY MOURNFUL STRAIN. THE PARTING SUN SHINES YELLOW ON THE PLAIN; THE BALMY WEST WIND BREATHES ALONG THE GROUND; THEIR EVENING SWEETS THE FLOW'RS DISPENSE AROUND; THE FLOCKS STRAY BLEATING O'ER THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW, AND FROM THE PLAIN THE ANSW'RING CATTLE LOW; SWEET CHANT THE FEATHER'D TRIBES ON EVERY TREE, AND ALL THINGS FEEL THE JOYS OF LOVE, BUT ME. BEGIN, MY PIPE] BEGIN THE MOURNFUL STRAIN. EUMELIA MEETS MY KINDNESS WITH DISDAIN. OFT HAVE I TRY'D HER STUBBORN HEART TO MOVE, AND IN HER ICY BOS . . .
