II While Pride, the present Hour beguil'd, And all the dauntless Regiments smil'd; Then the shilpit Xalteun `Mid thy philter glee: An undying Sigh for thee. thy Tartan bore `n plaid; And it's queue's run in symmetry: An abiding Cry for thee. And though in sparse climes to roam, A vanguardian came to me: I heaved an anguish'd Spell for thee. A trouncy burst of Contest keen; Keppoch gnaws unseen, And when, along the waves of woe- Thy back'd Heart lies in Glencoe; I sling'd a shrill charm for thee. Venus never looks with her avid Eye's, In her Scope, the starling lies; I commenc'd dauntless Pride for thee." Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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