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Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne Both Gods and mortals homage pay, Ne’er may my soul thy power disown, Thy dread behests…
Since now the hour is come at last,When you must quit your anxious lover;Since now our dream of bliss is past,One pang, my girl, and all is over. Alas! that pang will be severe,Which bids us part to meet no…
When I hear that you express an affection so warm,Ne’er think, my beloved, that I do not believe;For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm,And your eye beams a ray which can never deceive. Yet, still, this fond bosom…
Oh when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow?Oh when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay?The present is hell, and the coming to-morrowBut brings, with new torture, the curse of to-day. From my eye flows no…
Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,Suffus’d in tears, implore to stay;And heard unmov’d thy plenteous sighs,Which said far more than words can say? Though keen the grief thy tears exprest,When love and hope lay both o’erthrown;Yet still, my girl,…
In thee I fondly hoped to claspA friend whom death alone could sever;Till envy, with malignant grasp,Detach’d thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast,Yet in my heart thou keep’st thy seat;There, there thine…
Cousin to the Author, and very dear to him Hush’d are the winds, and still the evening gloom,Not e’en a zephyr wanders through the grove,Whilst I return, to view my Margaret’s tomb,And scatter flowers on the dust I love. Within…
Let Folly smile, to view the namesOf thee and me in friendship twined;Yet Virtue will have greater claimsTo love, than rank with vice combined. And though unequal is thy fate,Since title deck’d my higher claimsYet envy not this gaudy state;Thine…
Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistleHave choked up the rose which late bloom’d in the way. Of the mail-cover’d Barons, who…