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...groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, When by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting...image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 't was our last ! 168 169 5. — THE AYR AT COILSFIELD. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd bis pebbled sbore, O'erhung...

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...day 30 HANDBOOK TO THE LAND 0' BURNS. That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of...kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene....

...the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget! — Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day...wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprung wanton to be press'd;...

...the groans that rend his breast ' That sacred hour can I forget? — Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day...little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kins'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild wonds thickening green ; The fragrant birch, the hawthorn...

...thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of...kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The...

...breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the wandering Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity...image at our last embrace ! Ah ! little thought we 't was our last. " Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green...