| Robert Southey - 1807 - 472 pagina’s
...may never never rain. No dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing, Ah ! wretched me ! I little little kenn'd He was in... | |
| Cabinet - 1808 - 524 pagina’s
...may never never rain, No dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing, Ah ! wretched me ! I little little ken'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| William Hamilton, Thomas Park - 1808 - 272 pagina’s
...thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a luver. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn sening; Ah! wretched me ! I little little ken'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 pagina’s
...thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a luver. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing; Ah ! wrbtcbed me! I little little ken'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| Thomas Percy - 1812 - 464 pagina’s
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| British poets - 1822 - 260 pagina’s
...thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a luver. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing ; Ah ! wretched me ! I little little kenn'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| British poets - 1822 - 266 pagina’s
...thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a luver. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing; Ah! wretched me! I little little kenn'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pagina’s
...Yarrow ? 0 Yarrow field, may never, never rain, No dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely kill'd my love, My love as he had not been a lover....boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing, Ah ! wretched me, I little, little knew, He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
| Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 378 pagina’s
...Yarrow ? 0 Yarrow field, may never, never rain, No dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely kill'd my love, My love as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, hi* robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing, Ah ! wretched me, I little, little knew,... | |
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