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NYGWPB.752.061b
23 Oct 1752:31 (508)
ON THE DEATH OF A LATE VALOROUS AND NOBLE KNIGHT: (In
imitation of Watler's Thyrsis and Galatea.)
Thyrsis.
As late I stray'd on H--m--d's lonsome plain,
Thenot I met, a venerable swain!
Hoar were his cheeks; Time on his head had snow'd;
Adown his silver-beard salt anguish flow'd;
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Thenot.
O you! that oft have wak'd your sounding lyre,
To sing the Virgin's charms, the shpeherd's fire;
Change, change your strain!--Now let the plaintive string
With nought but notes of dole and sorrow ring!
Thyrsis.
What means good Thenot? What unwonted woe
Affects you thus? What can unman you so?
O tell me what:--To sing I'll not refuse:
My sympathy with you will be my muse.
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Thenot.
. . . [Thyrsis, 5 lines]
The pious muse shall eternize the same:
With you consorted, his great praise she'll sing,
And strike, with bolder hand, the trembling string.
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