Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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 | Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems |  |
IS NOT THIS A HAUNTED GROVE?
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“Is not this a haunted grove?
Are not fairies round me playing?
Hear a maid who seeks her love;
Tell me whither is he straying!”
“Is he straying!”
Are not fairies round me playing?
Hear a maid who seeks her love;
Tell me whither is he straying!”
“Is he straying!”
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“Mock me not, but prythee tell,
Is there still some kindness in him?
Show me by some fairy spell,
How to woo him, how to win him!”
“How to win him!”
Is there still some kindness in him?
Show me by some fairy spell,
How to woo him, how to win him!”
“How to win him!”
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“Tell me then the truth at once:
Tell me am I doom'd to doubt him;
Give, oh! give some kind response,
For I cannot live without him!”
“Live without him!”
Tell me am I doom'd to doubt him;
Give, oh! give some kind response,
For I cannot live without him!”
“Live without him!”
Mary thus her lot bewails,
Still invokes some sylph or fairy.
Ye who laugh at fairy tales,
Much I fear you'll laugh at Mary.
Laugh at Mary.
Still invokes some sylph or fairy.
Ye who laugh at fairy tales,
Much I fear you'll laugh at Mary.
Laugh at Mary.
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She had faith in pigmy sprites;
And when'er she miss'd her lover,
Sallied forth in moonlight nights,
Calling them to catch the rover.
Catch the rover.
And when'er she miss'd her lover,
Sallied forth in moonlight nights,
Calling them to catch the rover.
Catch the rover.
At her elbow, he ere long,
Gently whispers something soothing;
Mary's sorrow, like my song,
Both begins and ends in nothing.
Ends in nothing.
Gently whispers something soothing;
Mary's sorrow, like my song,
Both begins and ends in nothing.
Ends in nothing.
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