...no more. Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love : Oh, fool, to imagine that aught could subdue A love so well founded, a passion so true ! Oh, what, &c. Alas ! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine ; Poor shepherd, Amynta can never be thine...

...me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do 1 Why left I Amynta 1 Why broke I my vow 7 Oh, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more. Through regions remote fa vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love! Oh, fool ! to...

...sheep, and my KluM-jt-liook restore ! And I'll wander from love and Aniynta no more I " Alai ! 'tie too late at thy fate to repine ! Poor shepherd, Amynta, no more can be thine I Thy tears are all fruitlese, thy wuhee are vain, The moments neglected return not again. A)i ! what...

...(sings). " Oh ! what had my youth with ambition to do Î Why left I Amynta, why broke I my vow ? 0 give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more !" • Lord Mackenzie, a Scottish judge, was the eldest son of the author of the Man of Fcelirt Lord...

...no more. Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love I O, fool ! to imagine that aught could subdue A love so well founded, a passion so true ! Alas, 'tis too late at thy fate to repine ; Poor Shepherd, Amynta can no more be thine ; Thy tears...

...from love ! O, fool ! to imagine that aught could subdue A love so well founded, a passion so true 1 Alas, 'tis too late at thy fate to repine ; Poor Shepherd, Amynta can no more be thine ; Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain, The moments neglected return...

...no more. Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love ! Oh, fool ! to imagine that aught could subdue A love so well founded, a passion so true ! Oh, what, &c. Alas ! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine ; Poor shepherd, Amynta can never be thine...

...me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Augusta? why broke I my vow? Oh, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Augusta no more. A quarter of a century before this rubbish made its appearance, Alexander Pope shot...

...cure me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do? Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow? Oh, Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love ! Oh, fool ! to...

...? Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ? " Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide world secure me from love. Ah ! fool to imagine,...! give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I '11 wander from love and Amynta no more ! L " Alas ! ' tis too late at thy fate to repine ! Poor...