PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . C 5 1 Scots i»ongs. The happy Lovers Reflections,. H E laft Time I came oer theMoor, I left my Love behnd me;Ye Powrs! What Pain do I endure When foft Ideas mind me ?Soon as the ruddy Morn difplaydThe beaming Day enfuing,I met betimes my lovely MAID,In fit Retreats for wooing. Beneath tie cooling Shade we layGazing, and chaftly fporting ;| We kifsd and promisd Time awayj;Till Night fpread her black Curtain; H I I 66 1 I pitied all beneath the Skies, Evn Kings, when flie was nigh me ; In Raptures I beheld her Eyes,Which could but ill deny me. Shoud I be calld where Cannon
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . C 5 1 Scots i»ongs. The happy Lovers Reflections,. H E laft Time I came oer theMoor, I left my Love behnd me;Ye Powrs! What Pain do I endure When foft Ideas mind me ?Soon as the ruddy Morn difplaydThe beaming Day enfuing,I met betimes my lovely MAID,In fit Retreats for wooing. Beneath tie cooling Shade we layGazing, and chaftly fporting ;| We kifsd and promisd Time awayj;Till Night fpread her black Curtain; H I I 66 1 I pitied all beneath the Skies, Evn Kings, when flie was nigh me ; In Raptures I beheld her Eyes,Which could but ill deny me. Shoud I be calld where Cannons rore, Where mortal Steel may wound me,Or caft upon fome foreign Shore, Where Dangers may furround me :Yet Hopes again to fee my Love, To feaft on glowing Rifles,Shall make my Cares at Diftance move, In Profpea of fuch Bliffes. In all my Soul theres not one Place • To let a Rival enter ;Since fhe excells in evry Grace, In her my Love fhall the Seas fhall ceafe to flow, Their Waves the Alp (hall cover,On Greenland Ice (hall Rofes grow, Before I ceafe to
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