Thomas John Dibdin (Томас Джон Дибдин)

Fair Ellen

FAIR Ellen like a lily grew,
⁠     Was beauty's fav'rite flower,
Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue,
     ⁠She wither'd in an hour.

Antonio in her virgin breast
     ⁠First rais'd a tender sigh;
His wish obtain'd, the lover blest,
     ⁠Then left the maid to die. 

1. The Willow Tree
2. Hail to the Beam of Morning
3. The Fox and the Grapes
4. Часовые • All’s Well

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