பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம்
The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms, The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms.
And "ah, forgive a stranger rude, A wretch forlorn," she cry 'd, "Whose feet unhallowed thus intrude Where heaven and you reside.
"But let a maid thy pity share.
Whom love has raught to stray; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
"My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he;
And all his wealth was Vark'd as mine, He had but only me.
"To win me from his tender arms. Unnumber'd suitors came;
Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'd flame.
"Each hour a mercenary crowd
With richest proffers strove,
Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd,
But never talk'd of love.
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