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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MARIA.
Maria was the sweetest maid
That dwelt on Turio's verdant banks;
But her dear lover left the shade,
To join the patriotic ranks.
On war's dire field he fought and fell;
Maria heard the woful tale;
She wept—she bade the world farewell,
And in yon convent took the veil.
That dwelt on Turio's verdant banks;
But her dear lover left the shade,
To join the patriotic ranks.
On war's dire field he fought and fell;
Maria heard the woful tale;
She wept—she bade the world farewell,
And in yon convent took the veil.
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Secluded from the noisy world,
She, pensive, spends the dreary hours;
To grief's distracting vortex hurl'd,
She still the tide of sorrow pours.
Her cheek, once like the blushing rose,
With grief, now vies the lily pale;
Maria now no pleasure knows,
But in yon convent wears the veil.
She, pensive, spends the dreary hours;
To grief's distracting vortex hurl'd,
She still the tide of sorrow pours.
Her cheek, once like the blushing rose,
With grief, now vies the lily pale;
Maria now no pleasure knows,
But in yon convent wears the veil.
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