
时间:1976-01-01
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Burst forth
My tears
Assist my forward grief
And show what pain imperious love provokes
Kind tender lambs
Lament love's scant relief
And pine
Since pensive care my freedom yokes
O pine to see me pine
My tender flocks
O pine to see me pine
My tender flocks
Sad
Sad pining care
That never may have peace
At beauty's gate in hope of pity knocks
But mercy sleeps while deep disdain increase
And beauty hope in her fair bosom locks
O grieve to hear my grief
My tender flocks
O grieve to hear my grief
My tender flocks
Like
Like to the winds my sighs have winged been
Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks
I plead
Yet she repineth at my teen
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks