The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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No friends around can know,
Mother, dead mother, that I loved thee so!
I am not one to speak
Or ease my heart by passionate overflow.
Mother, dead mother, that I loved thee so!
I am not one to speak
Or ease my heart by passionate overflow.
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They are kind,—but have they heard
With me for many a spring the spring's first bird,
Seen gulf and creek
Flash with a thousand gems at summer's word?
With me for many a spring the spring's first bird,
Seen gulf and creek
Flash with a thousand gems at summer's word?
Have they, when exiled summer dies of pain,
Watched autumn's glittering reign,
And, labouring even as one,
Through sunless winters sighed not for the sun?
Watched autumn's glittering reign,
And, labouring even as one,
Through sunless winters sighed not for the sun?
Have flowers and ferns and shells in many lands
Gathered by earnest hands
Taught loveliest lessons?—Now must all be o'er,
Delight of groves and shore?
Gathered by earnest hands
Taught loveliest lessons?—Now must all be o'er,
Delight of groves and shore?
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