d, he wish'd,
he mear'd, he blush'd,
his bosom ill at rest.
her robes, light-waving in the breeze,
her tender limbs embrace;
her lovely form, her native ease,
all harmony and grace;
tumultuous tides his pulses roll,
a faltering, ardent kiss he stole;
he gaz'd, he wish'd,
he fear'd, he blush'd,
and sigh'd his very soul.
as flies the partridge from the brake,
on fear-inspired wings,
so nelly, starting, half-awake,
away affrighted springs;
but willie follow'd—as he should,
he overtook her in th
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