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Remember thou that dangerous hour

When neither fell, though both were loved.

That yielding breast, that melting eye,

Too much invited to be blest:
That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,

The wilder wish reproved, represt.

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Oh! let me feel that all I lost,

But saved thee all that conscience fears; And blush for every pang it cost

To spare the vain remorse of years.

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Yet think of this when many a tongue,

Whose busy accents whisper blame, Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,

And brand a nearly blighted name.

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Think that, whate'er to others, thou

Hast seen each selfish thought subdued : I bless thy purer soul even now,

Even now, in midnight solitude.

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Oh, God! that we had met in time,

Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free; When thou had'st loved without a crime,

And I been less unworthy thee!

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Far may thy days, as heretofore,

From this our gaudy world be past ! And, that too bitter moment o'er,

Oh! may such trial be thy last!

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This heart, alas! perverted long,

Itself destroy'd might there destroy i To meet thee in the glittering throng,

Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.

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Then to the things whose bliss or wo,.

Like mine, is wild and worthless all, That world resign-such scenes forego,

Where those who feel must surely fall.

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Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness,

Thy soul from long seclusion pure; From what even here hath past, may guess

What there thy bosom must endure,

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Oh! pardon that imploring tear,

Since not by Virtue shed in vain, My frenzy drew from eyes so dear;

For me they shall not weep again.

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Though long and mournful must it be,

The thought that we no more may meet; Yet I deserve the stern decree,

And almost deem the sentence sweet.

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Still, had I loved thee less, my heart

Had then less sacrificed to thine; It felt not half so much to part,

As if its guilt had made thee mine.

LINES, INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL.

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START not-nor deem my spirit fled:

In me behold the only skull, From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull.

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I lived, I loved, I quaff?d, like thee;

I died ; let earth my bones resign: Fill up-thou canst not injure me;

The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

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Better to hold the sparkling grape,

Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape

The drink of Gods, than reptile's food.

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Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,

In aid of others' let me shine ;
And when, alas ! our brains are gone,

What nobler substitute than wine!

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Quaff while thou canst another race,

When thou and thine like me are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace,

And rhyme and revel with the dead.

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Why not? since through life's little day

Our heads such sad effects produce ;

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Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay,

This chance is theirs, to be of use.
Newstead Abbey, 1808.

ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER

PARKER, BART.

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THERE is a tear for all that die,

A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,

And Triumph weeps above the brave.

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For them in Sorrow's purest sigh

O’er Ocean's heaving bosom sent:
In vain their bones unburied lie,

All earth becomes their monument !

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A tomb is theirs on every page,

An epitaph on every tongue.
The present hours, the future age,

For them bewail, to them belong.

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