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Page 184
AMYNTA ' S LIPS . As near a fountain ' s cooling side , The fair Amynta lay , Her
looks increas ' d the summer ' s prideHer eyes the face of day . The roses round
blush ' d deeper redTo see themselves outdone , Each lily droop ' d its little ...
AMYNTA ' S LIPS . As near a fountain ' s cooling side , The fair Amynta lay , Her
looks increas ' d the summer ' s prideHer eyes the face of day . The roses round
blush ' d deeper redTo see themselves outdone , Each lily droop ' d its little ...
Page 218
Oh let me grow unto those lips , To them I could for ever clingO let me revel on
those banksAnd rob the incense of their spring . Oh let not those fair sculptur ' d
hands , Press so to end this dream of bliss , I cannot leave soft pleasure ' s
brinkAnd ...
Oh let me grow unto those lips , To them I could for ever clingO let me revel on
those banksAnd rob the incense of their spring . Oh let not those fair sculptur ' d
hands , Press so to end this dream of bliss , I cannot leave soft pleasure ' s
brinkAnd ...
Page 252
Willy found Malvina mourning , Bath ' d her cheeks with pearly tears , His fond
lips , the fair one ' s sorrow , Kiss ' d away and stay ' d her fears . Could Malvina
think her Willy Ever tender , ever true , When her cheek should thus be drooping
...
Willy found Malvina mourning , Bath ' d her cheeks with pearly tears , His fond
lips , the fair one ' s sorrow , Kiss ' d away and stay ' d her fears . Could Malvina
think her Willy Ever tender , ever true , When her cheek should thus be drooping
...
Page 273
Are other rose - lips smiling , Love ? Ah , heed them not ; you will not find Lips
more true or eyes more kind , Than mine , Love . Are other white arms wreathing ,
Love ? Are other fond sighs breathing , Love ? Ah , heed them not ; but call to ...
Are other rose - lips smiling , Love ? Ah , heed them not ; you will not find Lips
more true or eyes more kind , Than mine , Love . Are other white arms wreathing ,
Love ? Are other fond sighs breathing , Love ? Ah , heed them not ; but call to ...
Page 259
Her hair it is lint - white , her skin it is milk - wbite , Dark is the blue of her soft
rolling c'e : Red , red are her ripe lips , and sweeter than roses , Where could my
wee thing wander frae me ? I saw nae your wee thing , I saw nae your ain thing ,
Nor ...
Her hair it is lint - white , her skin it is milk - wbite , Dark is the blue of her soft
rolling c'e : Red , red are her ripe lips , and sweeter than roses , Where could my
wee thing wander frae me ? I saw nae your wee thing , I saw nae your ain thing ,
Nor ...
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