A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.]. |
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Nor let the pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , which
bids their diamonds blaze , To paint our lily deigns . Long had she fill ' d each
youth with love , Each maiden with despair ; And though by all a wonder own ' d ...
Nor let the pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That sun , which
bids their diamonds blaze , To paint our lily deigns . Long had she fill ' d each
youth with love , Each maiden with despair ; And though by all a wonder own ' d ...
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Till Edwin came , the pride of swains , A soul devoid of art ; And from whose eye ,
serenely mild , Shone forth the feeling heart . A mutual flame was quickly caught ,
Was quickly , too , reveal ' d ; For neither bosom lodg ' d a wish That virtue ...
Till Edwin came , the pride of swains , A soul devoid of art ; And from whose eye ,
serenely mild , Shone forth the feeling heart . A mutual flame was quickly caught ,
Was quickly , too , reveal ' d ; For neither bosom lodg ' d a wish That virtue ...
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Though deep shavion dclicht me , yet love is my food , 13 I call the dear name of
my Joe ; His musical woont in the pride of the wool , And my heart leaps to hear
the - 11 : 2lo ! Simple flowers of the grove , little birds , live at ease , I wish not to ...
Though deep shavion dclicht me , yet love is my food , 13 I call the dear name of
my Joe ; His musical woont in the pride of the wool , And my heart leaps to hear
the - 11 : 2lo ! Simple flowers of the grove , little birds , live at ease , I wish not to ...
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Though deep shades delight me , yet love is my food , As I call the dear one of my
Joe ; His musical son is the pride of the wood , And my heart leaps to hear the -
Hallo ! Simple tlovers of the grove , little birds , live at ease , I wish not to wander ...
Though deep shades delight me , yet love is my food , As I call the dear one of my
Joe ; His musical son is the pride of the wood , And my heart leaps to hear the -
Hallo ! Simple tlovers of the grove , little birds , live at ease , I wish not to wander ...
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The baron of Ravensworth prances in pride , And he views his domains upon
Arkindale side ; The mere for his net , and the land for his game , The chase for
the wild , and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake , and the deer of the
vale ...
The baron of Ravensworth prances in pride , And he views his domains upon
Arkindale side ; The mere for his net , and the land for his game , The chase for
the wild , and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake , and the deer of the
vale ...
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