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Awake ! — lhe cry'd, thy true love calls,
Come from her midnight grave :
Now let thy pity hear the maid,
Thy love refus'd to fave.
This is the dumb and dreary hour,
When injur'd ghofts complain,
And aid the fecret fears of night,
To fright the faithlefs man.
Bethink thee, William, of thy fault,
• Thy pledge and broken oath,
And give me back my maiden-vow,
And give me back my troth.
How could you fay, my face was fair,
And yet that face forfake \
How could you win my virgin heart,
Yet leave that heart to break ?
Why did you promife love to me,
And not that promife keep ?
Why faid you, that my eyes were bright,
Yet left thefe eyes to weep ?
How could you fwear, my lip was fweet,
And made the fcarlet pale ?
And why did I, young witlefs maid,
Believe the flatt'ring tale .?
That face, alas ! no more is fair ,*
Thefe lips no longer red ;
Dark are my eyes, now closM in deaths
And every charm is fled.
The hungry worm my filler is ;
This winding-meet I wear :
And cold and weary lafts our night,
Till that lafl morn appear. .
But
Awake ! — lhe cry'd, thy true love calls,
Come from her midnight grave :
Now let thy pity hear the maid,
Thy love refus'd to fave.
This is the dumb and dreary hour,
When injur'd ghofts complain,
And aid the fecret fears of night,
To fright the faithlefs man.
Bethink thee, William, of thy fault,
• Thy pledge and broken oath,
And give me back my maiden-vow,
And give me back my troth.
How could you fay, my face was fair,
And yet that face forfake \
How could you win my virgin heart,
Yet leave that heart to break ?
Why did you promife love to me,
And not that promife keep ?
Why faid you, that my eyes were bright,
Yet left thefe eyes to weep ?
How could you fwear, my lip was fweet,
And made the fcarlet pale ?
And why did I, young witlefs maid,
Believe the flatt'ring tale .?
That face, alas ! no more is fair ,*
Thefe lips no longer red ;
Dark are my eyes, now closM in deaths
And every charm is fled.
The hungry worm my filler is ;
This winding-meet I wear :
And cold and weary lafts our night,
Till that lafl morn appear. .
But
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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