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miscellaneous poems.
I'll seek, in halls of splendor,
Forgetfulness and Scorn;
The blood of my own haughty line,
Hath ill his falsehood borne.
Forgetfulness and Scorn;
The blood of my own haughty line,
Hath ill his falsehood borne.
The red-rose on my forehead,
Shall brightly bloom at eve;
Farewell, farewell, false love of mine,
No longer will I grieve.
Shall brightly bloom at eve;
Farewell, farewell, false love of mine,
No longer will I grieve.
Scarce had the maiden spoken,
When, springing to her side,
A manly form kneels at her feet,—
Oh! where was woman's pride?
When, springing to her side,
A manly form kneels at her feet,—
Oh! where was woman's pride?
"TO DIE IN SUMMER'S PRIDE, ALAS!"
I am weary, I am weary, my frame is rack'd with pain,—
Upon my fever'd couch I lie—shall I e'er rise again?
My pulses throb thro' every vein,—faint, faint and sad my heart,
But the grievous agony of all, it is with thee to part.
Upon my fever'd couch I lie—shall I e'er rise again?
My pulses throb thro' every vein,—faint, faint and sad my heart,
But the grievous agony of all, it is with thee to part.
