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Methinks adieuIs cold, when uttered with aught else but tears.
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absence isThe moonlight of affection ;
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Alas ! alas ! too often conscience sleeps,When pleasure's syren numbers lull its rest.--
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How innocent, how beautiful thy sleep ! Sweet one, 'tis peace and joy to gaze on thee!
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Love is like the glass,And makes all beautiful.
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Delicious tears! the heart's own dew.
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And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
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Death's a fearful thing when we must count its steps!
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How many glorious structures we had raisedUpon Hope's sandy basis!
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It is a sweet, albeit most painful, feelingTo know we are regretted.
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Thrice hallowed shrineOf the heart's intercourse, our own fireside!
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Oh, allKnow love is woman's happiness.
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a poet's loveIs immortality!
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The lines were fill'd with many a tender thing,All the impassion'd heart's fond communing.
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for earth were too like heaven,If length of life to love were given.
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'Tis not for Spring to think on allThe sear and waste of Autumn's fall: --
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Oh, where is there the heart but knowsLove's first steps are upon the rose!
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The scar of fire, the dint of steel,Are easier than Love's wounds to heal.
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Never, dear father, love can be,Like the dear love I had for thee!
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Alas, tears are the poet's heritage!
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It was no fancy, he had named the nameOf love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:
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During slumber's magic reignOther times shall live again;
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Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,But only to the spring and summer known.
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Let worldly coldness and care depart,And yield to the spell of the minstrel's art.
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Where on earth is the truth that may vieWith woman's lone and long constancy?
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For love is like the breathing wind,That everywhere may entrance find.
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For he had curious colours, that could giveThe human face so like, it seem'd to live.
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Out on the heartless creed which nulls the claimUpon the heart of kindred, birth, and name.
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the desolateIt was not always desolate.
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True love is timid, as it knew its worth,And that such happiness is scarce for earth.
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Oh! frail are the many links that areIn the chain of affection's tender care,
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Dreary it is the path to trace,Step by step of sin's wild race.
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For misery, like a masquer, mocks at allIn which it has no part, or one of gall,
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There is an antique gem, on which her browRetains its graven beauty even now.
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Childhood whose very happiness is love.
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O dream of fame, what hast thou been to meBut the destroyer of life's calm content!
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Teach it me, if you can,--forgetfulness!I surely shall forget, if you can bid me;
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Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare,However pure the breast, to lay it bare?
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How much we give to other hearts our tone,And judge of others' feelings by our own!
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Alas! alas! how plague-spot like will sinSpread over the wrung heart it enters in!
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I am a woman:--tell me not of fame.
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Peace to the weary and the beating heart,That fed upon itself!
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A weight is on the air, for ev'ry breezeHas, bird-like, folded up its wings for sleep.
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Are we not like that actor of old time,Its likeness?
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