Feather'd lyric, warbling high,
Sweetly gaining on the sky,
Op'ning with thy matin lay
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Come, gentle Venus! and assuage
A warring world, a bleeding age.
For nature lives beneath thy ray,
The wintry tempests haste away,
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'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun
Darts on the head direct his forceful rays.
O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye
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Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,
Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;
Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,
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The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long
He ranged, the branching monarch of the shade,
Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed
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As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,
Not to be tempted from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight,
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The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.
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Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
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DAVID.
What means yon apparition in the sky,
Thirsis, that dazzles every shepherd's eye?
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