On Two Young Ladies leaving the Country. Stephen Duck 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. T90234 K073280.000 Duck, Stephen, 1705-1756. Poems on several occasions: By Stephen Duck. London printed for the author 1736 pp. 158-159. xl,334,[2]p. ; 4⁰.

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On Two Young Ladies leaving the Country . SAY , lovely Nymphs ! who fly from rural Sweets , To noisy Crowds , thick Air , and smoaky Streets , Do Balls , or Plays , your graceful Steps invite ? Can Balls , or Plays , like Richmond Groves , delight ? No tuneful PHILOMEL , in Town , complains , To charm your list'ning Ear with vary'd Strains ; No fragrant Gales refresh the sick'ning Fields , No chearful flow'ry Scenes the City yields : But Mists , and lambent Fogs , where-e'er you pass , Shall cloud the Graces , that adorn your Face ; While those bright Eyes , like sully'd Gems , appear , Or Stars , just glimm'ring thro' the dusky Air . NOR will you only Change of Beauty find ; Illusive Scenes will mock your pensive Mind : In cloudless Mornings , when you've drank your Tea , And read a Page in SHERLOCK , or in — GAY ; Perhaps your Thoughts , transported , here may rove , And , to your Mind , present the blissful Grove : You'll think to walk by silver Thames's Shore ; Or trace the verdant Mead , as heretofore : When at the Door , the rural Vision flies ; Smoak , Coaches , Fops , and Carmen meet your Eyes : Straight back you'll turn , vex'd with the fruitless Search ; Bid The Footman . ROBERT call a Chair , and go to Church .