Citation - Evening Post: 1778.11.07

EP.778.008
7 Nov 1778:41 (4)
A PASTORAL ODE.
(To the tune of the Black Sloven.)
As I was a walking to draw the fresh air,
Alexo, a talking, I chanced to hear;
And, as he sat, o're-shadow'd with willows, he thus did
complain:
O charming young Daphne, thy cruel disdain,
Has pierced my heart with most exquisite pain. 
Oh, how could you deceive me? 
How would me, and leave me to languish?
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