: Gale Huntington
University of Georgia Press
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From that moment my heart was her own, I lived but her wishes to know, She's as
blooming as roses new blown. My cottage with woodbine's o'ergrown, And the
sweet turtle dove's cooing round; My flocks and my herds are my own, My pasture
with hawthorn is bound. All those riches I'd lay at her feet If her heart in return she'
d bestow; She's as blooming as roses new blown. 3.7: As roses new blown she is
sweet. [Dt] The Dark
[H559: is Aug 1934] Source: Michael M'Bride, ...