Song Composed In Augus

nt, away! the cruel sway,

tyranni's dominion;

the sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,

the flutt'ring, gory pinion!

but, peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,

thick flies the skimming swallow,

the sky is blue, the fields in view,

all fading-green and yellow:

e let us stray ladsome way,

and view the charms of nature;

the rustling , the fruited thorn,

and ev'ry happy creature.

we'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,

till the silent moon shine clearly;

i'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,

swear how i love thee dearly:

not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,

not autumn to the farmer,

so dear be as thou to me,

my fair, my lovely charmer!