...could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. 2 Of distant climes the false report It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole...oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet. 3 Now safe re turn 'd, with wandering tired, No more...

...appears without any particular design. Ye partners of my fault and my decline (YouNG, N. Th. 5, 726.). It bade me rove — my sole support, My cymbals and my saraband (KiRKK WHITE, Savoyard's Ret.). How her opulence and her martial (¡lory grew together (MACAUL., Hist,...

...charms could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. Of distant climes the false report Allured me from my native land| It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The woody doll, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights, The plain adorned with many a flock,...

...charms could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. Of distant climes the false report It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. Ш.1. The woody dell, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorned with...

...and danced my saraband. But all their charms could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and...The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorned with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat,...

...could not prevail, To steal my heart from yonder vaie. II. Of distant climes the false report It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The plain adorned with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat,...

...could not jrevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. II. Of distant climes the false report Allured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole...hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; '1Ъе plain adorn'd with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved...

...could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale. II. Of distant climes the false report It lured me from my native land ;' It bade me rove — my sole...oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet. III. Now safe return'd, with wandering tired, No...

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