Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE SHEPHERD OF LORN.
Cease, thou sweet linnet, to warble thy strain,
Cease, thou clear streamlet, thy murmuring flow,
And list a sad lover give vent to her pain,
While darkly her soul is o'ershadow'd with woe!
Cease, thou clear streamlet, thy murmuring flow,
And list a sad lover give vent to her pain,
While darkly her soul is o'ershadow'd with woe!
Mine is a lady's birth void of felicity;
Parents and friends all distract me with scorn;
All for my loving, with virgin simplicity,
That darling youth, the sweet Shepherd of Lorn.
Parents and friends all distract me with scorn;
All for my loving, with virgin simplicity,
That darling youth, the sweet Shepherd of Lorn.
Where now the joys wealth once proffer'd so free?
Where now the sweet fleeting phantoms of youth?
All fled! ever fled to oblivion from me!
No longer to wear the fair semblance of truth.
Where now the sweet fleeting phantoms of youth?
All fled! ever fled to oblivion from me!
No longer to wear the fair semblance of truth.
Cease, wretched memory! since peace hath forsaken me,
E'er to remind me to fortune I'm born,
For my sad fancy doth ever awaken thee,
Soul of my life, thou sweet Shepherd of Lorn!
E'er to remind me to fortune I'm born,
For my sad fancy doth ever awaken thee,
Soul of my life, thou sweet Shepherd of Lorn!
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