The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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 | The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott |  |
THE BROKEN HEART.
Stop, passenger! for I am weak,
And heavy are my failing feet—
Stop! till I gather strength to speak:
Twice have I seen thee cross the street,
Where woe and wild-flowers seldom meet.
And heavy are my failing feet—
Stop! till I gather strength to speak:
Twice have I seen thee cross the street,
Where woe and wild-flowers seldom meet.
O give a pallid flower to her
Who ne'er again will see one grow!
Give me a primrose, passenger!
That I may bless it ere I go
To my false love, in death laid low.
Who ne'er again will see one grow!
Give me a primrose, passenger!
That I may bless it ere I go
To my false love, in death laid low.
Sweet—sweet! it breathes of Rother's bowers,
Where, like the stream, my childhood play'd;
And, happy as the birds and flowers,
My love and I together strayed,
Far from the dim town's deadly shade.
Where, like the stream, my childhood play'd;
And, happy as the birds and flowers,
My love and I together strayed,
Far from the dim town's deadly shade.
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Why did he leave my mother's cot?
My days of trouble then began:
I followed—but he knew me not!
The stripling had become a man!
And now in heaven he waits for Ann.
My days of trouble then began:
I followed—but he knew me not!
The stripling had become a man!
And now in heaven he waits for Ann.
Back from consumption's streeted gloom,
To death's green fields, I fain would fly;
In yon churchyard there is no room
For broken-hearted flowers to sigh,
And look on heaven before they die.
To death's green fields, I fain would fly;
In yon churchyard there is no room
For broken-hearted flowers to sigh,
And look on heaven before they die.
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