Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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Farewell.
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XIV.
Farewell.
Fare thee well! since I must leave thee
All my happiness is gone.
Sweetest girl! will it not grieve thee
To reflect on what thou'st done?
All my happiness is gone.
Sweetest girl! will it not grieve thee
To reflect on what thou'st done?
Yes! I'll go, my dearest Lydia;
For thy happiness I'll go;
I will never, by refusing,
Wound the heart once lov'd me so.
For thy happiness I'll go;
I will never, by refusing,
Wound the heart once lov'd me so.
But don't urge me to forget thee
Though we part at thy request;—
Those sweet hours when first I met thee,
When thy bosom made me blest.
Though we part at thy request;—
Those sweet hours when first I met thee,
When thy bosom made me blest.
Streams once mingled in the river
'Tis impossible to part;
'Tis as vain to try to sever
Those ideas from my heart.
'Tis impossible to part;
'Tis as vain to try to sever
Those ideas from my heart.
They're entwin'd with my existence;
They are dearer than my breath;
Against fate they'll dare resistance,
And defy the gloom of death.
They are dearer than my breath;
Against fate they'll dare resistance,
And defy the gloom of death.
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Among all that's sweet in nature,
No relief my heart can feel;
I can't trace one single feature
But gives wounds that will not heal.
No relief my heart can feel;
I can't trace one single feature
But gives wounds that will not heal.
Not a path where we have wander'd,
Not a field, a flower, a tree,
But it tells me there I've ponder'd
On endearing thoughts of thee.
Not a field, a flower, a tree,
But it tells me there I've ponder'd
On endearing thoughts of thee.
All can tell of days we parted;
But we parted not as now:
Then how kind and loving-hearted
On my lips you breath'd adieu!
But we parted not as now:
Then how kind and loving-hearted
On my lips you breath'd adieu!
In those hours of young affection,
When thy bosom was so kind,
Could I e'er make one reflection
Upon all has been behind?
When thy bosom was so kind,
Could I e'er make one reflection
Upon all has been behind?
Could I think that eye of fondness
That reposed on my heart;
And those lips that breathed kindness
Would entreat me to depart?
That reposed on my heart;
And those lips that breathed kindness
Would entreat me to depart?
But farewell! I'll not distress thee
With my bleeding bosom s pain.
Fare thee well; may Heaven bless thee,
Though we ne'er should meet again.
With my bleeding bosom s pain.
Fare thee well; may Heaven bless thee,
Though we ne'er should meet again.
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