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...thou the groans that rend his breast • That sacred hour can I forget,. Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green ; The flowers sprang wanton to...

...thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? — Can I forget the ballow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live...wild woods thickening green ; The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprung wanton to be prest,...

...shown in the churchyard of that town ; and her mother resided there so lately as the year 1822. 289 Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day...wild woods thickening green ; The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprung wanton to be prest,...

...shown in the churchyard of that town ; and her mother resided there so lately as the year 1822. 289 Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day...embrace ; — Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last I Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thickening green ; The fragrant...

...hallowed grove, Where, by the winding Ayr we met, To lire one day of parting lore ? " Eternity win not efface Those records dear of transports past ;...last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last !" Where is the painter, wno, to the poetic mind, can embody and impart the tenderness, the fervour,...

...Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can 1 forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...Ah! little thought we 'twas our last; Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn...

...thou the groans that rend his breast ? II. That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene ;...

...thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ?— Can I forget the hallowed groVe, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one...transports past, — Thy image at our last embrace j — Ah 1 little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with...

...thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breut ? That sacred hour can I fbrget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding...one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface, Thoae records dear of transports past ; Thy imasc at our last embrace! /?h ! little thought we 'twas...