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Слушать(AI)Song While many a fond
LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm that conquered me:....
I still should scorn their winning art, And be, my Henry, blest,
If thou wouldst give that precious heart To her who loves thee best.
Amelia Opie
Amelia Opie, née Alderson (12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853), was an English author who published numerous novels in the Romantic period up to
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Lines Written in 1799
Hail to thy pencil well its glowing Has traced those features painted on my heart; Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove,
Song Low hung the dark clouds
OW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak, And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near; When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek, Exclaimed as we parted, In May I'll be here
To Lothario
Think not, Lothario, while I The bright expression of thy face, And on thy cheek of crimson
Julia or the Convent of St Claire
Stranger, that massy, mouldering pile, Whose ivied ruins load the ground, Reechoed once to pious By holy sisters breathed around
