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PGCJ.768.052
13 Aug 1768:41 (240)
THE MONTH OF AUGUST. A Pastoral. Sylvanus, a courtier and
Phillis, a countrymaid.
Sylvanus.
Hail, Phillis, brighter than a morning sky,
Joy of my heart, and darling of my eye;
See the kind year her grateful tribute yields,
And round fac'd plenty triumphs o'er the fields.
. . . [4 lines, then 3 speeches in verse, 2 lines]
Where the glad roofs shall to thy voice resound,
Thy voice more sweet than music' melting sound;
. . . [10 lines]
Sylvanus.
Can feasts or music win my lovely maid?
In both these pleasures be her taste obey'd.
. . . [2 lines]
Then to the roofs the swelling notes shall rise,
Pierce the glad air, and gain upon the skies.
While ease and rapture spread itself around,
And distant hills roll back the charming sound.
. . . [8 lines]
His flute and tabor too Amyntor brings,
And while he plays, soft Amaryllis sings.
. . . [6 more lines]
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