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ΗΕ.
Not the verdure of the grove,
Nor the garden's fairest flow'r,
Nor the meads where lovers rove,
Tempted by the vernal hour,
Can delight thy Damon's eye
If Florella is not by.
Not the verdure of the grove,
Nor the garden's fairest flow'r,
Nor the meads where lovers rove,
Tempted by the vernal hour,
Can delight thy Damon's eye
If Florella is not by.
SHE.
Not the water's gentle fall,
By the banks with poplar's crown'd,
Not the feather'd songsters all,
Nor the flute's melodious sound,
Can delight Florella's ear,
If her Damon is not near.
Not the water's gentle fall,
By the banks with poplar's crown'd,
Not the feather'd songsters all,
Nor the flute's melodious sound,
Can delight Florella's ear,
If her Damon is not near.
BOTH.
Let us love and let us live
Like the cheerful sea and gay;
Banish care and let us give
Tribute to the fragrant May:
Like the sparrow and the dove,
Listen to the voice of love.
Let us love and let us live
Like the cheerful sea and gay;
Banish care and let us give
Tribute to the fragrant May:
Like the sparrow and the dove,
Listen to the voice of love.
DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.
When trees did bud & fields were green,
and broom bloom'd fair to see:
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love laugh'd in her eye:
and broom bloom'd fair to see:
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love laugh'd in her eye:
