Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 12. Where the green ivy twining

WHERE the green ivy twining,
Binds round the burn's brow,
I heard a voice complaining
In numbers sad and low.
"Alas! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies;
And I, forlorn, shall never
Behold those speaking eyes.
" The pangs of grief beguiling,
She sooth'd our parting hour;
Amidst her tears soft smiling,
Like sunbeams thro' a shower.
"But, ah! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies,
And I, forlorn, must never
Behold those speaking eyes."

1. Laura to Petrarch
2. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled
3. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
4. To My Son, Age 26, a Captain of Infantry in Portugal, 1798
5. Epitaph for My Father

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