SUMMER. Thomas Brerewood 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. T116245 1135 K093079.002 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. II. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 97-98. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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SUMMER . BY THE SAME . WHERE the light cannot pierce , in a grove of all trees , With my fair one as blooming as May , Undisturb'd by all sound , but the sighs of the breeze , Let me pass the hot noon of the day . When the sun less intense to the westward inclines , For the meadows the groves we'll forsake , And see the rays dance as inverted he shines , On the face of some river or lake . Where my fairest and I , on its verge as we pass , For 'tis she that must still be my theme , Our two shadows may view on the watery glass , While the fish are at play in the stream . May the herds cease to lowe , and the lambkins to bleat , When she sings me some amorous strain ; All be silent , and husht , unless Echo repeat The kind words , and sweet sounds back again . And when we return to our cottage at night , Hand in hand as we sauntering stray , Let the moon's silver beams thro' the leaves give us light , Just direct us , and chequer our way . Let the Nightingale warble its notes in our walk , As thus gently and slowly we move ; And let no single thought be express'd in our talk , But of friendship improv'd into love . Thus enchanted each day with these rural delights , And secure from Ambition's alarms , Soft love and repose shall divide all our nights , And each morning shall rise with new charms .