The lord of the valley with false vows came. Come, send round the Wine. Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms. While gazing on the Moon's Light. And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
T is sweet to think.
32 'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea. The Origin of the Harp. As love's young dream. Love's Young Dream. 34 To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee.