Almanach
Titel
BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING / YOUNG CHARMS. / Air – My lodging is on the cold Ground
Incipit
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, / Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, / Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, / Like fairy-gifts fading away…
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