Robert Burns (Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ)

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

1. Bessy And Her Spinnin’ Wheel
2. Phillis the Fair
3. The Recovery of Miss Jessy Lewars
4. Inscription on a Goblet
5. Deluded Swain

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