Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Farewell

A SONG.

FAR from hope, and lost to pleasure,
Haste away to war's alarms!
Sad I leave my soul's dear treasure
For the dismal din of arms.
But, ah! for thee, I follow glory,
To gain thy love I dare to die;
And when my comrades tell my story,
Thou shalt lament me with a sigh.
All my griefs will then be over,
Sunk in death's eternal rest;
You may regret a faithful lover,
Though you refuse to make him bless'd.
Bestow a tear of kind compassion
To grace a hapless soldier's tomb;
And, ah! forgive a fatal passion,
Which reason could not overcome.

1. Laura
2. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
3. Addressed to Mrs. G.
4. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
5. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies

Lucy Montgomery (Люси Монтгомери) The Farewell ("He rides away with sword and spur")

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