The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun
The wanton Troopers riding
Have shot my Faun and it will dye
Ungentle men
They cannot
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The wanton Troopers riding
Have shot my Faun and it will dye
Ungentle men
They cannot
ND the summer sun shone in the sky,
And the rose's whole life was in its sigh,
When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam,
And the Nymph rose up from her moonlit dream;