Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part

THE moments fly, and we must part,
To weep a long adieu;
But still this fond, this faithful heart,
Shall feel, shall beat for you.
Though seas and adverse fates divide,
Yet thought unseen shall fly
Upon the light breeze o'er the tide.
And in your bosom die.

1. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
2. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
3. Laura to Petrarch
4. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
5. Ode to the Old Year 1787

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