Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . er for their sin. Inconstant Sylvio, when yetI had not found him counterfeit,One niorning, I remember well,Tied in this silver chain and bell,(iave it to me : nay, and I knowWhat he said then, Im sure I do :Said he, Look how your huntsman hereHath taught a fawn to hunt his Sylvio soon had me beguiled ;This wax^d tame, while he grew quite regardless of my smartLeft me his fawn, but took his heart. Thenceforth I set myself to playMy solitary t
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . er for their sin. Inconstant Sylvio, when yetI had not found him counterfeit,One niorning, I remember well,Tied in this silver chain and bell,(iave it to me : nay, and I knowWhat he said then, Im sure I do :Said he, Look how your huntsman hereHath taught a fawn to hunt his Sylvio soon had me beguiled ;This wax^d tame, while he grew quite regardless of my smartLeft me his fawn, but took his heart. Thenceforth I set myself to playMy solitary time awayWith this ; and very well contentCould so mine idle life have spent ;For it was full of sport, and lightOf foot and heart, and did inviteMe to its game : it seemed to blessItself in me ; how could I lessThan love it ? O, I cannot beUnkind to a beast that loveth me I Had it lived long, I do not knowWhether it too might have done soAs Sylvio did ; his gifts might bePerhaps as false, or more, than he ;But I am sure, for aught that ICould in so short a time espy,Thy love was far more better thanThe love of false and cruel •#!? ^-
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