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SING NOT OF FAME!
Sing not of Fame! there was a time
Such songs had suited well mine ear,
And I had sprung thro' guilt and crime,
Ambition's syren notes to hear!
Such songs had suited well mine ear,
And I had sprung thro' guilt and crime,
Ambition's syren notes to hear!
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The wild alarm, the anxious thrill,
The expectant pulse that inly glows,
Have faded long, and left that chill,
Which hope long nurst, then lost, bestows.
The expectant pulse that inly glows,
Have faded long, and left that chill,
Which hope long nurst, then lost, bestows.
Oh! rather sing of anxious hours,
Of waking nights, when all is hush'd,
When Rapture's self, asleep on flow'rs,
Dreams still of tears, that from him gush'd.
Of waking nights, when all is hush'd,
When Rapture's self, asleep on flow'rs,
Dreams still of tears, that from him gush'd.
Nor pity thou, the heart so young,
Because its tale of griefs it gave;
Warm'd by such notes, from such a tongue,
It might again become their slave!
Because its tale of griefs it gave;
Warm'd by such notes, from such a tongue,
It might again become their slave!
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