The book of British ballads . —1. And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,An undistinguishable throng,And gentle wishes long subdued,Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight,She blushed with love, and virgin shame;And, like the murmur of a dream,I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside,As conscious of my look she stept—Then suddenly, with timorous eyeShe fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms,She pressed me with a meek embrace ;And, bending back her head, looked up,And gazed upon my face. T was partly love, and partly fear,And partly twa
The book of British ballads . —1. And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,An undistinguishable throng,And gentle wishes long subdued,Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight,She blushed with love, and virgin shame;And, like the murmur of a dream,I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside,As conscious of my look she stept—Then suddenly, with timorous eyeShe fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms,She pressed me with a meek embrace ;And, bending back her head, looked up,And gazed upon my face. T was partly love, and partly fear,And partly twas a bashful art,That I might rather feel, than see,The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm,And told her love with virgin pride ;And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous bride.
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