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Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dearPerhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear ; --Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night,- but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
A. L. Barbauld
The Golden Treasury
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold
ODE ON THE POETS
Bards of Passion and of Mirth
-Yes, and those of heaven commune
teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth Ye have left your souls on earth ! Ye have souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new !
LOVE All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay
Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve !
Amid the lingering light.
The songs that make her grieve.
That ruin wild and hoary.
But gaze upon her face.
The Lady of the Land.
With which I sang another's love
Interpreted my own.
Too fondly on her face.
Nor rested day nor night ;
In green and sunny glade
This miserable Knight!
The Lady of the Land; And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees ; And how she tended him in vain ; And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain ; And that she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay ;
Disturb'd her soul with pity !
The rich and balmy eve;