miscellaneous poems.
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Oh! say not he is false! that tale of wo—
Ye Gods!—in mercy to my heart, forego!
Tell me he lives! for me—for me alone!
Love lights his eyes, and breathes through every tone.
Ye Gods!—in mercy to my heart, forego!
Tell me he lives! for me—for me alone!
Love lights his eyes, and breathes through every tone.
Those beaming orb?, those stars of my own skies,
Whose votary, with'ring in their absence, dies,
Bid them illume, once more my lonely night,
Nor banish me from that sweet source of light.
Whose votary, with'ring in their absence, dies,
Bid them illume, once more my lonely night,
Nor banish me from that sweet source of light.
STANZAS.
Oh! not to me, oh! not to me,
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
The silver chord—the silver chord
When severed may unite
With other ties; but ah! when broke
The lute from whence those chords awoke,
It can no more delight.
When severed may unite
With other ties; but ah! when broke
The lute from whence those chords awoke,
It can no more delight.
