SONG III. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (née Aikin) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T236 K019955.000 Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia), 1743-1825. Poems. London printed for Joseph Johnson 1773 pp. 72-73. vi,138p. ; 4⁰.

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SONG III . SYLVIA . LEAVE me , simple shepherd , leave me ; Drag no more a hopeless chain : I cannot like , nor would deceive thee ; Love the maid that loves again . CORIN . Tho' more gentle nymphs surround me , Kindly pitying what I feel , Only you have power to wound me ; SYLVIA , only you can heal . SYLVIA . CORIN , cease this idle teazing ; Love that's forc'd is harsh and sour : If the lover be displeasing , To persist disgusts the more . CORIN . 'Tis in vain , in vain to fly me , SYLVIA , I will still pursue ; Twenty thousand times deny me , I will kneel and weep anew . SYLVIA . CUPID ne'er shall make me languish , I was born averse to love ; Lovers' sighs , and tears , and anguish , Mirth and pastime to me prove . CORIN . Still I vow with patient duty Thus to meet your proudest scorn ; You for unrelenting beauty , I for constant love was born . But the fates had not consented , Since they both did fickle prove ; Of her scorn the maid repented , And the shepherd of his love .