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. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
2. To My Son, Age 26, a Captain of Infantry in Portugal, 1798
3. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
4. Laura to Petrarch
5. Epitaph for My Father

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