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With our locks and garments flowing,
Go, belov'd Adonis, go
Bless us then, Adonis dear;
Gor. Praxinoe, what a blessed thing it is ! What a wise creature! what a fine sweet voice! 'Tis time to go though; for there's Dioclides Has not yet had his dinner; and you'd best Not come before him when he wants it much. Farewell, Adonis dear; and come again.
DEDICATION OF A RURAL SPOT
These roses with the dew on, and this fine
THE PRAYER IN THE BOWER.
TURNING down, goatherd, by the oaks, you'll see
And vernal blackbirds through the sprays