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Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red
O share Maria's grief !.
Affaflin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
And though by nature mute,
Of fagelet or flute.
The honours of his ebon poll
His bofom of the hue
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall soon arife
To fweep up all the dew,
Above, below, in all the house,
No cat had leave to dwell;
of smootheft-shaven wood,
Well-lattic'd but the
alas! Not rough with wire of steel or brass,
For Bully's plumage fake, But smooth with wands from Ouse's side, With which, when neatly peeld and dried,
The fwains their baskets make,
Night veil'd the pole. All seem'd secure. .
Subsistence to provide,
And badger-colour'd hide.
He, ent’ring at the study-door,
And something in the wind
Food, chiefly, for the mind.
Just then, by adverse fate impress’d,
In Neep he seem'd to view
Awoke and found it true.
For, aided both by ear and scent,
Ah, Muse! forbear to speak
He left poor Bully's beak.
He left it-but he should have ta'en
That beak, whence issued many a strain
Of such mellifluous tone, Might have repaid him well, I wote, For silencing so sweet a throat,
Fast fet within his own.
Maria weeps-The Muses mourn
On Thracian Hebrus' fide
The tree-enchanter Orpheus fell;
The cruel death he died.
The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, Which Mary to Anna convey'd,
The plentiful moisture incumber'd the flower, And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd to a fanciful view,
To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it
I hastily seiz’d it, unfit as it was,
And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!