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THE PARTING.
When lovers part, some little pledge
Of love to each assigned,
Is meant to blunt Misfortune's edge,
And sooth the absent mind.
Of love to each assigned,
Is meant to blunt Misfortune's edge,
And sooth the absent mind.
What bliss to hold a lock of hair
Shorn from her lovely brow!
What bliss the Miniature to bear
That smiles away his woe!
Shorn from her lovely brow!
What bliss the Miniature to bear
That smiles away his woe!
Not one memorial sooths the heart,
That, Mary, bleeds for thee;
We parted as two strangers part—
The grief was all with me!
That, Mary, bleeds for thee;
We parted as two strangers part—
The grief was all with me!
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But, by thy glance so purely bright!
Thy young, light form so dear!
One comfort gilds my spirit's night—
Thine image pictured here.
Thy young, light form so dear!
One comfort gilds my spirit's night—
Thine image pictured here.
No mortal limner held the brush—
Love threw his colours high,
And Fancy lent her heightening flush
Of hues that never die!
Love threw his colours high,
And Fancy lent her heightening flush
Of hues that never die!
Should meaner charms attract my glance,
And half attempt thy throne,
Thy look will rouse my soul at once,
And keep me all thy own.
And half attempt thy throne,
Thy look will rouse my soul at once,
And keep me all thy own.
Of weal or woe, of toil or rest,
Whate'er my life may know,
To thee, fair Empress of my breast,
My constant vows shall flow!
Whate'er my life may know,
To thee, fair Empress of my breast,
My constant vows shall flow!
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