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Poems.
From love's bright garland, one by one,
The fairest flowers soon were gone,
But I've been left, their loss to weep,
My lonely vigils e'er to keep.
Then blame me not, if I am sad,
My careworn heart cannot be glad.
Lone in this world, who could remain
Without e'er feeling lasting pain?
The fairest flowers soon were gone,
But I've been left, their loss to weep,
My lonely vigils e'er to keep.
Then blame me not, if I am sad,
My careworn heart cannot be glad.
Lone in this world, who could remain
Without e'er feeling lasting pain?
THOUGH BRIGHT.
Though bright is the smile that's parting your lips,
And sweet the words you are saying;
Though sparkling the cup which young Cupid sips,
As with my poor heart he is playing,
Go leave me alone, for I wish to be free;
My poor heart in thralldom would break;
Yet stay, for I feel love's fetters on me,
While I not a protest can speak.
And sweet the words you are saying;
Though sparkling the cup which young Cupid sips,
As with my poor heart he is playing,
Go leave me alone, for I wish to be free;
My poor heart in thralldom would break;
Yet stay, for I feel love's fetters on me,
While I not a protest can speak.
Go list to to a bird, as he sings of love,
So plaintive the notes which he trills;
Then ask why I shun the net Cupid wove
And refuse the cup that he fills.
Love smiles, and I see 'tis useless and vain
To attempt to resist him now,
For my quickened heart is throbbing with pain,
Or with joy that's akin to woe.
So plaintive the notes which he trills;
Then ask why I shun the net Cupid wove
And refuse the cup that he fills.
Love smiles, and I see 'tis useless and vain
To attempt to resist him now,
For my quickened heart is throbbing with pain,
Or with joy that's akin to woe.
