? ?LM&'rORT SO.N G?. ROSE OF LOYE. _ 'tHeY ?*?e, r? o?love, thou aft mine, ]n my ?m thou art planted ?o?ver; ?e? t? be? o? a?ectJon8 shall around th? ent?, ? the elm ? embra?d in th' embrace oF the vhe, Which is ?ver relinquished, n?never. R? oF love, ? o? love ? th? ? m?e. * F?m my hea? nou?t thy ?auti? ? ?ver ?d?o?d.tea?, l?e bright dew?o?, at ? the day, ?l ?y swat blo?, I will k? th? away, For thou never shalt know sorrow, n?nevor. ? o? love, ro? o? love ? thou ? ?o. HI?O?ES, AND RIDES AWAY. AT th? Baron bf Mowbray?s ?ate was A p? with a eo?r black; ? ?a? ? a knight of noble ?, ?. And he leap'd on the ?r's ba? ? "? were bright, his he?t m And he s?g th? mer? lay, How j?iily lives a ?air young kn?ht He 1ov?, and ?d? a?y.' A i?y l?kld o? ?e ?!e And she ? t? ?ght ? ? T? lady's tea ? ? to A? her han? she ?n to wring. And ?d? thou then thy t? love And w? it but to ?tray ? ? ? ta W a'?h?e'my own de? ?ht; ? pi?y don't ?de away.' Wh?e ?ul h? h? ?ye ?
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