The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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TO FEELING.
Though she, the Sappho of the fair,
Did for thy rival, dull, declare,
In strain that mov'd ev'n her,
O! let me court thy tearfull eye,
Thy woe-fraught breast, thy tend'rest sigh,
And all thy pangs prefer.
Did for thy rival, dull, declare,
In strain that mov'd ev'n her,
O! let me court thy tearfull eye,
Thy woe-fraught breast, thy tend'rest sigh,
And all thy pangs prefer.
Without thee, what is busy life?
The husband dear, the lovely wife,
The mercy-glancing maid,
All, in delicious woe, confess
Thy soft entrancing pow'r to bless,
And gentle hearts invade.
The husband dear, the lovely wife,
The mercy-glancing maid,
All, in delicious woe, confess
Thy soft entrancing pow'r to bless,
And gentle hearts invade.
Amidst thy own terrific griefs,
For others thou canst weep,
Lend the sad penitent relief,
And lull the wretch's sleep.
For others thou canst weep,
Lend the sad penitent relief,
And lull the wretch's sleep.
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Canst Sorrow's wounds with tears embalm,
The fiery eye of Anger calm,
And bid the sword be sheath'd:
How dear, I well can tell the sighs
That sad-participating rise,
From lips of Pity breath'd.
The fiery eye of Anger calm,
And bid the sword be sheath'd:
How dear, I well can tell the sighs
That sad-participating rise,
From lips of Pity breath'd.
Then come, sweet mourner, with me live,
Both bosoms tremblingly alive,
The shrinking flow'r shall wreath
Thy pallid brow; and at the last,
Angels shall view us (troubles past)
Unanimous in death.
Both bosoms tremblingly alive,
The shrinking flow'r shall wreath
Thy pallid brow; and at the last,
Angels shall view us (troubles past)
Unanimous in death.
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