I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That... The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures on Their ... - Pagina 89 1808 Volledige weergave -
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