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miscellaneous poems.
Now, fare thee well! my pulses are faint; before my eyes
Shadowy forms are hovering, and misty clouds arise;
Oh! could I clasp thine hand once more, and feel thy sweet warm breath
Upon my cold and pallid lips, love then might conquer death!
Shadowy forms are hovering, and misty clouds arise;
Oh! could I clasp thine hand once more, and feel thy sweet warm breath
Upon my cold and pallid lips, love then might conquer death!
SONG.
"Hew! quoties fidem,
Mulatosque Deos flebit."—Horace.
Mulatosque Deos flebit."—Horace.
Bring me roses, red roses, to fling o'er my wine,
As I fling from my heart this false image of thine;
Their fragrance alone on my lips now may dwell;
I've broken the last tie, I've thrown off love's spell.
Ere the last leaf has faded, the last drop is shed,
Will the passion, once cherished, for ever have fled.
As I fling from my heart this false image of thine;
Their fragrance alone on my lips now may dwell;
I've broken the last tie, I've thrown off love's spell.
Ere the last leaf has faded, the last drop is shed,
Will the passion, once cherished, for ever have fled.
