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[Untitled] 46<br />
[p.] 268 Cosmelia’s Charms inspire my Lays,<br />
Who fair, in Nature’s Scorn,<br />
Blooms in the Winter of her Days<br />
Like Glastonbury Thorn.<br />
Cosmelia’s cruel at threescore,<br />
Like Bards in modern Plays<br />
Four Acts of Life past guiltless o’er,<br />
But in the fifth She Slays.<br />
The Swan 47<br />
[p.] 269 ’Twas on a River’s verdant side<br />
About the close of Day,<br />
A Dying Swan, with Musick, tried<br />
To chase her Cares away.<br />
And tho’ She ne’er had strain’d her Throat,<br />
Or tun’d her voice before,<br />
Death, ravish’d with so sweet a note,<br />
Awhile the Stroke forbore.<br />
Farewell, she cried, ye Silver Streams;<br />
Ye purling Waves, adieu,<br />
Where Phoebus us’d to dart his Beams,<br />
And blest both me and you.<br />
Farewell, ye tender whistling Reeds,<br />
Soft Scenes of happy Love;<br />
46 “Cosmelia’s Charms,” Hive, 2:268.<br />
47 “The Swan,” Hive, 2:269–70.<br />
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