A SONG. [Far from the woods, alas, I rove] Elizabeth Hands (née Herbert) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T141063 Hands, Elizabeth, 1746-1815. The death of Amnon. A poem. With an appendix: containing pastorals, and other poetical pieces. By Elizabeth Hands. [Coventry] Printed for the author, by N. Rollason, Coventry, M,DCCLXXXIX. 1789 p. 118. [40],127,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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A SONG . [ Far from the woods , alas , I rove ] Far from the woods , alas , I rove , Far from the swain I dearly love : Sure some ill star did rule the day , When first my heedless feet did stray , From my dear swain so far away . 'Tis now the morning of the spring , And larks and linnets sweetly sing ; I might have sung as well as they , If I had never learnt to stray , From my dear swain so far away . Oh ! that I had ne'er left the plain , Oh ! that I could return again ; But here I mourn my object state , Like a poor dove that's lost her mate , And sigh , alas ! but sigh too late .