Poems (1905) | ||
JANE ADAIR.
Wert thou, my Love, some Vagrant Maid
Who beg'd from Door to Door,
And wert thou then of Vice afraid,
And good as well as poor:
I still would true and faithful prove
And Fortune's Wrongs repair;
I'd lead thee to the Altar, Love,
And wed with Jane Adair.
Who beg'd from Door to Door,
And wert thou then of Vice afraid,
And good as well as poor:
I still would true and faithful prove
And Fortune's Wrongs repair;
I'd lead thee to the Altar, Love,
And wed with Jane Adair.
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Wert thou a Lady of the Land,
Thy Charm should be my theme;
Still would I ask that lovely Hand,
Still woo thy fond Esteem;
Thro' Rivals I would win my Way
To one so good and fair;
And do the Deeds I dare not say,
To wed with Jane Adair.
Thy Charm should be my theme;
Still would I ask that lovely Hand,
Still woo thy fond Esteem;
Thro' Rivals I would win my Way
To one so good and fair;
And do the Deeds I dare not say,
To wed with Jane Adair.
The Treasures that in Mountains hide
Adventurous Men explore;
Or deep in cavern'd Mines abide,
And dig the glittering ore;
And shall the Wretch who toils for gain
More persevering be
Than I, who labour to obtain
Love, Happiness, and thee?
Adventurous Men explore;
Or deep in cavern'd Mines abide,
And dig the glittering ore;
And shall the Wretch who toils for gain
More persevering be
Than I, who labour to obtain
Love, Happiness, and thee?
Poems (1905) | ||