How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!
Yet remember, 'Midst our wooing,
Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;
Other smiles may make you fickle,
Tears for other charms may...
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Nos jardins orgueilleux dédaignent la culture |
Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered, When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,... |
How delicious is the winning Yet remember, midst your wooing, |
From “The Pleasures of Hope” 1 |
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, |
Star that bringest home the bee, Come to the luxuriant skies, |
Ye mariners of England! |
I Love contemplating—apart ’T was when his banners at Boulogne |
A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, “Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, |