This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1829 edition. Excerpt: ...are bound, Which, dying, we still will defend, And her fame to our sons we bequeath. CHORUS. A SONG. Sats Damon to Chloe, I've rear'd me a bower With trees of each beautiful hue, Sweet cowslips and daisies embroider the floor, And I long-much to shew it to you. A neat little cot, at the foot of a hill, You may ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1829 edition. Excerpt: ...are bound, Which, dying, we still will defend, And her fame to our sons we bequeath. CHORUS. A SONG. Sats Damon to Chloe, I've rear'd me a bower With trees of each beautiful hue, Sweet cowslips and daisies embroider the floor, And I long-much to shew it to you. A neat little cot, at the foot of a hill, You may see where it rises to view, Some acres of land, and a murmuring rill, O! I long much to shew them to you. A bird in the shade can each secret repeat That our swains in their courtship renew, I'll make the young warbler declare from his seat All their amorous frolics to you. Amused with his prattle, she went to the grove, Ev'ry flower look'd more lovely to view; And all, says the swain, is a gift for my love, The sheep and the shepherd for you. He ask'd her for something--it might be a kiss, And it mov'd her she could not tell how; But there she first promis'd to crown all his bliss, And gave the fond shepherd her vow. I'm charm'd, said the maid, with your cottage and bower, Dear Damon, I'll ever be true; While the Sun decks the rose, or the dew bathes a flower, I'll never love shepherd but you. EDEN STREAMS. TO THE MEMORY OP THOMSON. Ye youths, that haunt the Teviof s side, Or sport along the silver Tweed, What vales delight, what fates divide. What charms awake my Jamie's reed? To Ettrick Braes perhaps he's fled, 'Midst forest flowers his laurel beams; Or haply stretch'd by sylvan Jed, He pipes no more by Eden's streams. To Leader-haughs I'll gladly stray, If chance he roves through Cowden-knows, Though sweet their broom, and haughs so gay, I'll lead him back where Eden flows. Or like the maid on Yarrow's side, I'll seek my love in frantic dreams: tier's was the Yarrow's early pride, And mine the boast of Eden's streams. Then mourn, thou...
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