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[Oh, grant me, Heaven, a quiet room]
Oh, grant me, Heaven, a quiet room
Where I, 'mid books, may lose
All thought of all that others seek!
All else my days refuse!
So prayed I once; but, Heaven, no more
Such prayer I now prefer:
Cold thought I leave to poorer souls;
I only live for her.
Where I, 'mid books, may lose
All thought of all that others seek!
All else my days refuse!
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Such prayer I now prefer:
Cold thought I leave to poorer souls;
I only live for her.
I said, ere ripened into man,
Oh, more than all, I prize
A form to fix the gaze of all
Of beauty's myriad eyes;
Now, would I that my face or form
One other pulse should stir?
No—what care I for others now?
I only live for her.
Oh, more than all, I prize
A form to fix the gaze of all
Of beauty's myriad eyes;
Now, would I that my face or form
One other pulse should stir?
No—what care I for others now?
I only live for her.
At times I've panted to be rich;
At others sighed for power;
A name I've chased, to mock at time,
Through many a studious hour;
But, wiser grown, nor power, nor wealth,
Nor fame one wish can stir;
What are they all? I love; I love;
I only live for her.
At others sighed for power;
A name I've chased, to mock at time,
Through many a studious hour;
But, wiser grown, nor power, nor wealth,
Nor fame one wish can stir;
What are they all? I love; I love;
I only live for her.
For her, for her alone I live;
Without her, what were earth!
What were this game of shadows, life?
A nothing, nothing worth;
Adieu, fond hopes that moved me once;
Ye are not what ye were;
Awaked by love, I dream no more;
I only live for her.
Without her, what were earth!
What were this game of shadows, life?
A nothing, nothing worth;
Adieu, fond hopes that moved me once;
Ye are not what ye were;
Awaked by love, I dream no more;
I only live for her.
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