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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.
My own dear Genevieve !
Amid the lingering light.
The songs that make her grieve.
sang an old and moving storyAn old rude song, that suited well
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;