The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son. In eight volumes |
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[CHAPTER IX.]
[1814–1819]
[“Yes, I behold again the place]
“Yes, I behold again the place,
The seat of joy, the source of pain;
It brings in view the form and face
That I must never see again.
The seat of joy, the source of pain;
It brings in view the form and face
That I must never see again.
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“The night-bird's song that sweetly floats
On this soft gloom—this balmy air,
Brings to the mind her sweeter notes
That I again must never hear.
On this soft gloom—this balmy air,
Brings to the mind her sweeter notes
That I again must never hear.
“Lo! yonder shines that window's light,
My guide, my token, heretofore;
And now again it shines as bright,
When those dear eyes can shine no more.
My guide, my token, heretofore;
And now again it shines as bright,
When those dear eyes can shine no more.
“Then hurry from this place away!
It gives not now the bliss it gave;
For Death has made its charm his prey,
And joy is buried in her grave.”
It gives not now the bliss it gave;
For Death has made its charm his prey,
And joy is buried in her grave.”
[“The ring so worn, as you behold]
“The ring so worn, as you behold,So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove;
Worn with life's cares, love yet was love.”
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