t?64 A?A T'ORY SONeS. THE BEAUTIFUL MAID. Wl?sw absent from her whom my soul holds most ?ear What a medley of passions invade ! In this bosom what anguish, what hope and what fear. [ ?ndure for my beautiful maid ! In vain I seek pleasure to lighten my grief, Or quit the gay tlu'ong for the shade, 1%]'or retirement nor solitude yield me relief, When away from my beautiful maid. I'D BE A BU'I'FERFLY. I'D be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses, and lillies, and violets meet; Roving Forever from flower to flower, And kissing all buds that am pretty and sweet. I'd never languish for wealth or for power, I'd never sigh to see slaves at my feet; I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet, I'd be a baiterfly, l'd be a butterfly, Kissing all buds that are pretty and ?weet. Oh, could I pilfer the wand o, e a fairy, I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings; Their summer day's ramble is s!?rtive and airy. They sleep in a rose when the nightingale sing? Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas ! nought but misery brings; I'd be a butterfly, sportive and airy, Roek'd in a rose when the nightingale sings,' I'd be a butterfly,. I'd be a betterfly, Rock'd in a rose when the n/ghtingale sings. What, the' you tell me each gay little rove?; Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day; Surely t'is better when summer is over, To die when all fair things are fading away; 0,?,?,?Google
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