Blackwood's Magazine, 第 7 卷W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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... Hast clung to me thro ' every joy and sorrow ; It flourishes with its guardian's growth , as thou dost ; And if the woodman's axe should droop the tree , The woodbine too must perish . - Hark ! what sound- Do ye see aught ? CHORUS ...
... Hast clung to me thro ' every joy and sorrow ; It flourishes with its guardian's growth , as thou dost ; And if the woodman's axe should droop the tree , The woodbine too must perish . - Hark ! what sound- Do ye see aught ? CHORUS ...
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... Hast clung to me thro ' every joy and sorrow ; It flourishes with its guardian's growth , as thou dost ; And if the woodman's axe should droop the tree , The woodbine too must perish . - Hark ! what sound- Do ye see aught ? CHORUS ...
... Hast clung to me thro ' every joy and sorrow ; It flourishes with its guardian's growth , as thou dost ; And if the woodman's axe should droop the tree , The woodbine too must perish . - Hark ! what sound- Do ye see aught ? CHORUS ...
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... hast no adieu of mine ; Ev'n from thyself thy going hide , Think thou art here , and I have died . Count me no longer to be one Whom earthly airs will breathe upon ; But keep , when thou hast ceas'd to grieve , The legacy of love I ...
... hast no adieu of mine ; Ev'n from thyself thy going hide , Think thou art here , and I have died . Count me no longer to be one Whom earthly airs will breathe upon ; But keep , when thou hast ceas'd to grieve , The legacy of love I ...
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... hast thou ought on spit , in cauldron , in bottle or in basket , to comfort this cannie youth with - he has heen leaping on the top of the Lagg hill for three lang nights and a day , holding his two hands to the cauld moon , with deel ...
... hast thou ought on spit , in cauldron , in bottle or in basket , to comfort this cannie youth with - he has heen leaping on the top of the Lagg hill for three lang nights and a day , holding his two hands to the cauld moon , with deel ...
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... hast touzell'd me till my breath is done ; And my lady will fret frae bower to ha ' , Quo ' the winsome lass o ' Gallowa ' . 8 . Ye've coupit the soldering - pan , my lass , And ye have scaled my clinks o ' brass ; And my gude spoon ...
... hast touzell'd me till my breath is done ; And my lady will fret frae bower to ha ' , Quo ' the winsome lass o ' Gallowa ' . 8 . Ye've coupit the soldering - pan , my lass , And ye have scaled my clinks o ' brass ; And my gude spoon ...
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