 | The Poems of Robert Bloomfield |  |
All eyes were turn'd, all hearts with pity glow d,
The maid stood trembling, and the lover bow'd
As rose around them, while she dried her tears,
“Long life to Rosamond, and happy years!”
The maid stood trembling, and the lover bow'd
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“Long life to Rosamond, and happy years!”
| The Poems of Robert Bloomfield | |