English poem
The flocks shall leave the mountains
by Anonymous
The flocks shall leave the mountains, The woods the turtle dove, The nymphs forsake the fountains, Ere I forsake my love. Torture! fury! rage! despair! I cannot, cannot, cannot bear.
Not show'rs to larks more pleasing, Nor sun-shine to the bee; Not sleep to toil so easing, As these dear smiles to me. Fly swift, thou massy ruin, fly: Die, presumptuous Acis, die!
More by Anonymous
- The Fiddler's Farewell
- The FIRE-SIDE. By Dr. COTTON
- The fleepless bird, from eve to morn
- THE Flirtation
- The Flowers of Edinburgh
- The Flowers of the Forrest
- The following Lines occasion'd by the Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire, and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert
- The following Poem, was published, in the PENNSYLVANIA CHRONICLE