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Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/Too Late

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2479912Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill, Volume III — Too LateLetitia Elizabeth Landon

TOO LATE


CHAPTER XXIV.


A SCENE AT THE MASQUERADE.


I do not say, bequeath unto my soul
    Thy memory, I rather ask forgetting;
Withdraw, I pray, from me thy strong control;
    Though, that withdrawn, what has life worth regretting?
Alas! this is a miserable earth!
    Too late, or else too soon, the heart-beat quickens:
Hope finds too late its light was nothing worth,
    And round a dark and final vapour thickens.




MEMORY (EXTRACT)


From Three Extracts from the Diary of a Week – Memory in The New Monthly Magazine, 1837 (Vol 49)

As this poem is already in Blanchard’s Life and Literary Remains, he omits this separate extract