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...green walk, their first young vow, While summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet, And winds sigh'd soft around the mountain's brow, And all was rapture then which is but memory now !" The dream of life indeed can last with none of us, As if the thing beloved were all a saint, And...

...To breathe, in some green walk, their first young vow, While summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet, And winds sighed soft around the mountain's brow...And all was rapture then — which is but memory now ! Honour may wreathe the victor's brow with bays, And glory pour her treasures at his feet ; The statesman...

...To breathe in some green walk their first young vow, While summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet, And winds sighed soft around the mountain's brow,...was rapture then which is but memory now ! CHARLES SWAIN. Dans un delire extreme On veut fuir ce qu'on aime ; On veut se venger ; On jure de changer ;...

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...in some green walk their first young While summer flowers with eveningdews were wet And windssigh'd soft around the mountain's brow. And all was rapture then, which is but memory now. Hers was a form to dream of — slight and frail ; As though too delicate for earth — too fair To...

...in some green walk their first young While summer flowers with eveningdews were wet And winds sigh'd soft around the mountain's brow. And all was rapture then, which is but memory now. Hers was a form to dream of — slight and frail ; As though too delicate for earth — too fair To...

...met, To breathe in some green walk their first young vow, When summer flowers with moonlit dews were wet, And winds sighed soft around the mountain's brow ; And all was rapture then, which ia but memory now !" Many of Swain's productions are full of high moral sentiments, and appeal to the...

...To breathe in some green walk their first young vow, Whilst summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet, And winds sighed soft around the mountain's brow, And all was rapture then, which still is memory now ! C. Swain. 4. Youthful Love. When first my eyes beheld thee smile, My heart fled...