Eight Favourite Songs/On Belvidera's Bosom lying

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ON BELVIDERA'S BOSOM LYING.

On Belvidera's bosom lying,Wishing, panting, sighing dying,The cold regardless maid to move,With unavailing prayers I sue,You first have taught me how to love,O teach me to be happy too.
But she, alas! unkindly wise,To all my sighs and tears replies,'Tis every prudent maid's concern;Her lover's fondness to improve,If to be happy you should learn,You quickly would forget to love.

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