 To melt this icy breaft o' mine, To take my heart without defign, An* keep it ever. It was a lad wi' yellow hair, Wi' rofy cheeks, an' forehead fair, An* light blue een ; The like o' him on hill or dale, In borough's town, or country vale, Was never feen.  Poems - Page 41by Rebekah Carmichael - 1790Full view - About this book
 | Roger Lonsdale, Roger H. Lonsdale - English literature - 1990 - 612 pages
...o' mine, To take my heart without design, An' keep it ever. It was a lad wi' yellow hair, Wi' rosy cheeks, an' forehead fair, An' light blue een; The...dale, In borough's town, or country vale, Was never seen. 287 ha'd] hold clavers] chatter O vow but he was proud an' saucy, An' better loo'd anither lassy,... | |
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