The Scots musical museum . er ftands the towerWhere my beloved Hero lies, And tnis is the appointed hourWnich fets to watch her longing eyes. To his fond fuit The gods were mu*e;The billows anfwer, No; Up to the fkies The furges rife,But fink the youth as low. Meanwhile the wifhing maid,Dividd t-Aixt her care and Io\e, Now does his ftay upbraid;Now dreads he fhoud the paffage prove: 0 fateifaid fhe,Nor heaven,nor thee, Our vows fhall eer divide. r*d leap this wall, Coud I but fallBy my Leanders fide. At length the riling funDid to her fight reveal too late, That Hero was undone;Not by Leanders
The Scots musical museum . er ftands the towerWhere my beloved Hero lies, And tnis is the appointed hourWnich fets to watch her longing eyes. To his fond fuit The gods were mu*e;The billows anfwer, No; Up to the fkies The furges rife,But fink the youth as low. Meanwhile the wifhing maid,Dividd t-Aixt her care and Io\e, Now does his ftay upbraid;Now dreads he fhoud the paffage prove: 0 fateifaid fhe,Nor heaven,nor thee, Our vows fhall eer divide. r*d leap this wall, Coud I but fallBy my Leanders fide. At length the riling funDid to her fight reveal too late, That Hero was undone;Not by Leanders fault,but fhe, Ill fhew,Thowe are two,Our loves were ever one;This proof Ill give, 1 will not live, Nor fhall he die alone. Down from the wall fhe leaptInto the raging feas to hi^* Courting each wave fhe met,To teach her wearvdarms to fwim; The fea-gods wept, Nor longer keptHer from her lovers fide. When joind at laft, She grafpd him faft,Then fighd,embracd,and dy*d. ^8 The Gentle Swain Tune Johnnys gray Breeks^.
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