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Thou Fairest Maid.
1820.
Thou fairest maid that blooms by Tyne,
Thou fairest maid that blooms by Tyne,
A thousand smiles I can forget—
But ne'er forget one glance of thine!
Thou fairest maid that blooms by Tyne,
A thousand smiles I can forget—
But ne'er forget one glance of thine!
How blest the man whose worth shall gain
Thy young bright eye's approving shine—
Immortal Love shall form his chain,
And Rapture link his hand to thine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
Thy young bright eye's approving shine—
Immortal Love shall form his chain,
And Rapture link his hand to thine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
My cup was hallowed by thy touch;
Proud of thy dark glance, foamed the wine;
And O! its taste to me was such—
'Twas inspiration all divine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
Proud of thy dark glance, foamed the wine;
And O! its taste to me was such—
'Twas inspiration all divine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
Could all my countless sufferings past
Return, and in one blast combine,
How gladly would I bear that blast
To press thy hand, and call thee mine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
Return, and in one blast combine,
How gladly would I bear that blast
To press thy hand, and call thee mine!
Thou fairest maid, &c.
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