Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 13. Spring returns, the flowrets blow

SPRING returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!
With the dreams of youth she flies,
And like the rose, her emblem, dies.
Fancy droops beneath the shade,
And all the gay delights are fled.
Spring returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!

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

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