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There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath’d with mine alone,That Destiny’s relentless knife At once must sever both, or none. There is a Form on which these eyes Have fondly gazed…
Oh! little lock of golden hue In gently waving ringlet curl’d,By the dear head on which you grew, I would not lose you for a world. Not though a thousand more adorn The polished brow where once you…
As by the fix’d decrees of Heaven,’Tis vain to hope that Joy can last;The dearest boon that Life has given,To me is—visions of the past. For these this toy of blushing hue I prize with zeal before unknown,It tells me of…
O Thou! who rollest in yon azure field,Round as the orb of my forefather’s shield,Whence are thy beams? From what eternal storeDost thou, O Sun! thy vast effulgence pour?In awful grandeur, when thou movest on high,The stars start back and…
Mingle with the genial bowlThe Rose, the flow’ret of the Soul,The Rose and Grape together quaff’d,How doubly sweet will be the draught!With Roses crown our jovial brows,While every cheek with Laughter glows;While Smiles and Songs, with Wine incite,To wing our moments with Delight.Rose…
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!Hear’st thou the accents of despair?Can guilt like man’s be e’er forgiven?Can vice atone for crimes by prayer? Father of Light, on thee I call!Thou seest my soul is dark within;Thou who canst’mark the…
Why should my anxious breast repine, Because my youth is fled?Days of delight may still be mine; Affection is not dead.In tracing back the years of youth,One firm record, one lasting truth Celestial consolation brings;Bear…
’Twas now the noon of night, and all was still,Except a hapless Rhymer and his quill.In vain he calls each Muse in order down,Like other females, these will sometimes frown;He frets, be fumes, and ceasing to invokeThe Nine, in anguish’d…
Rail on, Rail on, ye heartless crew!My strains were never meant for you;Remorseless Rancour still reveal,And damn the verse you cannot feel.Invoke those kindred passions’ aid,Whose baleful stings your breasts pervade;Crush, if you can, the hopes of youth,Trampling regardless on the…
—Which Bound Her Tresses— This Band, which bound thy yellow hair,Is mine, sweet girl! Thy pledge of love;It claims my warmest, dearest care,Like relics left of saints above. Oh! I will wear it next my heart;‘Twill blind my soul in…