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SS2 AGO L L E C T I O N
That rural train which once were us'd
-In feftive dance to turn,
So pleas'dji when Anna they amus'd,
Now weeping deck her urn.
The foul efcaping from its chain,
.^ She clafpM me to her breaft,
* To part with thee is all my pain,
* ^ She cried, then funk to reft.
While mem'ry (hall her fe.it retain,
From beauteous Anna torn,
My heart flial! breath its ceafelefs drain
Of forrow o'er her urn.
There with the earlieft dawn, a dove
Laments her murder'd mate j
There Philomela, loft to love.
Tells the pale moon her fate.
With yew and ivy round me fpread.
My Anna there I'll mourn ;
For all my foul, now (he is dead,
Concentres in her urn.
SONG GCLXXX.
Delia.
Set by Dr Arne.
SOFT pleafing pains unknown before,
My beating bofom feels.
When I behold the peaceful bowV
Where deareft Delia dwells.
There daily do I drive my flock,
Ah happy, happy vale.
There figh and loek, and while I look,
My fighs encreafe the gale.
Sometimes at midnight do I ftray,
Beneath the incUmeut fktes^