Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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[Why in secret dost thou languish?]
Why in secret dost thou languish?
Why in secret heave the sigh?
Often have I marked thy anguish,
Often seen thy watery eye;
Perjured love will never wound thee,
Tho' in softest wiles arrayed,
Guardian angels, who surround thee,
Will protect their Highland Maid.
Why in secret heave the sigh?
Often have I marked thy anguish,
Often seen thy watery eye;
Perjured love will never wound thee,
Tho' in softest wiles arrayed,
Guardian angels, who surround thee,
Will protect their Highland Maid.
Mark the birds on yonder blossom,
Warbling tales of love with glee;
See upon the heath-bell's bosom,
Fondly dwells the mountain-bee;
Watching spirits view their gladness,
In rude danger lend them aid:
Will they leave to woe and sadness,
Their proud boast, a Highland Maid?
Warbling tales of love with glee;
See upon the heath-bell's bosom,
Fondly dwells the mountain-bee;
Watching spirits view their gladness,
In rude danger lend them aid:
Will they leave to woe and sadness,
Their proud boast, a Highland Maid?
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Place the lily on thy bosom,
Throw away the mournful rue;—
Buds of love, in fairest blossom,
Soon will cheer thy happy view:
Fortune's smiles around will gather,
Love's sweet blink will never fade;
And who will be in land of Heather,
So happy as the Highland Maid?
Throw away the mournful rue;—
Buds of love, in fairest blossom,
Soon will cheer thy happy view:
Fortune's smiles around will gather,
Love's sweet blink will never fade;
And who will be in land of Heather,
So happy as the Highland Maid?
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