Chapter XVI

Beneath some oak's projecting shade,
Where the shot rays scarce passage find,
See many a rustick youth and maid
In languid attitudes reclin'd----
Mark! with features all relenting,
And with down-cast eyes consenting, 160
How each nymph listens to the amorous tale;
Her half-bar'd bosom, panting with desire,
Expos'd, as if to catch the cooling gale;
But more, perhaps, to fan the lover's fire.