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SONG.
FROM FLORIAN.
Pretty Jeannette, the time has been
When thou of the dance wert the blithesome queen,
When thy laugh the gayest of all we knew,
But now thou art sad, and silent too!
When thou of the dance wert the blithesome queen,
When thy laugh the gayest of all we knew,
But now thou art sad, and silent too!
“Ah! then there was one in the dance with me,
And none was so merry—so kind as he:
But in vain for him now may I wait every day,—
And I care not for any, now he is away!”
And none was so merry—so kind as he:
But in vain for him now may I wait every day,—
And I care not for any, now he is away!”
Pretty Jeannette, thou art fair and young,—
There are gentle swains these shades among;
Let the cloud pass over, and tears be o'er,—
Choose one of our number, and sigh no more!
There are gentle swains these shades among;
Let the cloud pass over, and tears be o'er,—
Choose one of our number, and sigh no more!
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“Ah, no! though the lord of these vales were one,
My heart would still follow the youth that's gone:
Love chooses but once, and I yield to his sway,—
And I care not for any, now he is away!”
My heart would still follow the youth that's gone:
Love chooses but once, and I yield to his sway,—
And I care not for any, now he is away!”
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