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Strana 106
THE EXPIRATION So , so , break off this last lamenting kiss , Which sucks two souls , and vapours both away ; Turn , thou ghost , that way , and let me turn this , And let ourselves benight our happiest day .
THE EXPIRATION So , so , break off this last lamenting kiss , Which sucks two souls , and vapours both away ; Turn , thou ghost , that way , and let me turn this , And let ourselves benight our happiest day .
Strana 172
... Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind ; But if thou catch thy hope , turn back to me , And play the mother's part , kiss me , be kind : So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will , If thou turn back , and my loud crying still .
... Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind ; But if thou catch thy hope , turn back to me , And play the mother's part , kiss me , be kind : So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will , If thou turn back , and my loud crying still .
Strana 439
But we will downward with the Tweed , Nor turn aside to Yarrow . “ There's Galla Water , Leader Haughs , Both lying right before us ; And Dryborough , where with chiming Tweed The lintwhites sing in chorus ; There's pleasant Tiviot ...
But we will downward with the Tweed , Nor turn aside to Yarrow . “ There's Galla Water , Leader Haughs , Both lying right before us ; And Dryborough , where with chiming Tweed The lintwhites sing in chorus ; There's pleasant Tiviot ...
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