A LA SOMBRA DE MIS CABELLOS
FROM THE SPANISH.—SIXTEENTH CENTURY.
MMY love lay there,In the shadow of my hair,As my glossy raven tresses downward flow;And dark as midnight's cloud,They fell o'er him like a shroud:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
MMY love lay there,In the shadow of my hair,As my glossy raven tresses downward flow;And dark as midnight's cloud,They fell o'er him like a shroud:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
MMY love lay there,In the shadow of my hair,As my glossy raven tresses downward flow;And dark as midnight's cloud,They fell o'er him like a shroud:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
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MY love lay there,In the shadow of my hair,As my glossy raven tresses downward flow;And dark as midnight's cloud,They fell o'er him like a shroud:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
With a comb of gold each nightI combed my tresses bright;But the sportive zephyr tossed them to and fro;So I pressed them in a heap,For my love whereon to sleep:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
With a comb of gold each nightI combed my tresses bright;But the sportive zephyr tossed them to and fro;So I pressed them in a heap,For my love whereon to sleep:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
With a comb of gold each nightI combed my tresses bright;But the sportive zephyr tossed them to and fro;So I pressed them in a heap,For my love whereon to sleep:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
With a comb of gold each nightI combed my tresses bright;But the sportive zephyr tossed them to and fro;So I pressed them in a heap,For my love whereon to sleep:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
He said he loved to gazeOn my tresses' flowing maze,And the midnight of my dark Moorish eyes;And he vowed 'twould give him painShould his love be all in vain;So he won me with his praises and his sighs.
He said he loved to gazeOn my tresses' flowing maze,And the midnight of my dark Moorish eyes;And he vowed 'twould give him painShould his love be all in vain;So he won me with his praises and his sighs.
He said he loved to gazeOn my tresses' flowing maze,And the midnight of my dark Moorish eyes;And he vowed 'twould give him painShould his love be all in vain;So he won me with his praises and his sighs.
He said he loved to gazeOn my tresses' flowing maze,And the midnight of my dark Moorish eyes;And he vowed 'twould give him painShould his love be all in vain;So he won me with his praises and his sighs.
Then I flung my raven hairAs a mantle o'er him there,Encirling him within its mazy flow;And pillowed on my breast,He lay in sweet unrest:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
Then I flung my raven hairAs a mantle o'er him there,Encirling him within its mazy flow;And pillowed on my breast,He lay in sweet unrest:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
Then I flung my raven hairAs a mantle o'er him there,Encirling him within its mazy flow;And pillowed on my breast,He lay in sweet unrest:Ah! does he now remember it or no?
Then I flung my raven hairAs a mantle o'er him there,Encirling him within its mazy flow;And pillowed on my breast,He lay in sweet unrest:Ah! does he now remember it or no?