 | English literature - 1789 - 682 pages
...expir'd, 'Twas Delia's fmil« my fancy fir'd. Like that poor Bird, I pine, and prove, Nought can fupply the place of Love. Dark as his feathers was the fate 'That robb'd him of his darling mate. Dimm'd is the luftre of his eye, That wont to gaze the fun-bright flcy... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - Ballads, Scots - 1825 - 378 pages
...loved is dead ! With my love's breath my joy is gone — With my love's smiles my peace is flown ; Like that poor bird I pine, and prove Nought can supply the place of love ! He hangs his feathers since that fate Deprived him of his darling mate ; Dimmed is the brightness... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pages
...fondly loved is dead! With my love's breath my joy is gone— With my love's smiles my peace is flown ; Like that poor bird I pine, and prove Nought can supply the place of love! He hangs his feathers since that fate Deprived him of his darling mate; Dimmed is the brightness of... | |
 | Robert Burns - Scottish literature - 1870 - 652 pages
...rest ; He droops his wings, he hangs his head, Since she he fondly loved was dead. With Delia's breath my joy expired ; Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired ; Like that poor bird, I pine, and prove Naught can supply the place of love. Dark as his feathers was the fate That robbed him of his darling... | |
 | Folk songs, Scots - 1872 - 638 pages
...rest ; He droops his wings, he hangs his bead, Since she he fondly loved was dead. With Delia's breath my joy expired, 'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired...supply the place of love. Dark as his feathers was the fato That robb'd him of his darling mate ; Dimm'd is the lustre of his eye, That wont to gaze the sun-bright... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1878 - 550 pages
...rest ; He droops his wings, he hangs his head, Since she he fondly loved was dead. With Delia's breath my joy expired ; 'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired ; Like that poor bird, I pine, and prove Naught can supply the place of luve. Ilark as his feathers was the fate That robbed him of his darling... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1883 - 554 pages
...Like that poor bird, I pine, and prove Naught can supply the place of love. Dark as his feather!, \vas the fate That robbed him of his darling mate ; Dimmed...That wont to gaze the sun-bright sky. To him is now for ever lost The heart-feft bliss he once couU boast : Thy sorrows, hapless bird, display An image... | |
 | George Eyre-Todd - 1896 - 362 pages
...rest; He droops his wings, he hangs his head Since she he fondly loved is dead. With Delia's breath my joy expired ; 'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired....That wont to gaze the sun-bright sky. To him is now for ever lost The heartfelt bliss he once could boast : Thy sorrows, hapless bird, display, An image... | |
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Twas mighty love that tamed his breast ; 'Tis tender grief that breaks his rest; He droops his wings, he hangs his head Since she he fondly loved is dead. With Delia's breath my joy expired ; 'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired. Like that poor bird I... 