Capitolo 12
Then, timid, drawing nearby,
You looked fixed in wonders on his/her young equitable face.
When bending down quickly himself/herself/itself
On his/her locks so brown
You slightly pressed him the lips, and blushing ran away.
When Colin woke up from sleep,
From calm of sleeps and depth,
He felt - he didn't know how - its heart had flown.
And so, with anxious care,
He wandered here and there,
But you/he/she could not find wherever his/her lost heart.
Then him, with air upset,
It is eyebrow of anxious thought,
Gone out to the world over the wood.
Of each from which has passed him/it,
He anxiously consulted,
"Me the prithee, hast you seen out road a heart?"
Some fixed and they expedited on,
While others told contempt.
Your heart has gone to the search of Your lost intelligence"
The day is bringing fast,
Young Colin finally comes
To where a cottage sustained embowered in trees.
He looks among, and there
He correctly sees a single woman,
Who sings low songs the time she uses his/her wheel.
"Me the prithee, bright young girl,"--
You become as rapids as light,
A warm throw of water is right it dyes of red all of its face.
You, very confused, it looks down,
For on his/her locks so brown
You seem to see the marks his/her lips you/they have done.
From what she sustains confest;
What do you/they have need to say the rest?
He said, "I think, equitable houseservant, you have my heart.
"No, doesn't give again it,
I won't feel the lack,
If you fade gives to me thine the proper therefor."
JOHN MAYNARD.
'Twas on Lake the wide expanse of Erie
A bright day in half summer,
The brave Regina of the ocean of the steamboat
Proudly swept on his/her way.
The bright faces gathered him on the bridge,
Or, o'er the side tilting himself/herself/itself,
Gaily looked at the feathered foam
That the tide that ripples.
Ah that under of that sky without clouds,
Those smiling curves clear,
You/he/she could dream that terrible danger, enormous,
Impended O'er the scene,-
To dream how first a hour speds had