Ah wretched shepherd, what avails thy art, To cure thy lambs, but not to heal thy heart! Let other swains attend the rural care, Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces share: But nigh yon' mountain let me tune my lays, Embrace my Love, and bind my brows... Recueil de l'Académie des jeux floraux - Página 177 1750 Vista completa -
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