 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
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CV. IN CALM DISDAIN I REND THE CHAIN.
In calm disdain I rend the chain
Whose golden links were smiles from thee;
For, flung o'er all, too frail the thrall,
Though bright it be,
To fetter me.
Whose golden links were smiles from thee;
For, flung o'er all, too frail the thrall,
Though bright it be,
To fetter me.
Oh! every hour some fairy flower
Of thy sweet fancy blushed and smiled,
When by thy side my heart relied,
By thee beguiled
To joy too wild.
Of thy sweet fancy blushed and smiled,
When by thy side my heart relied,
By thee beguiled
To joy too wild.
But not alone for me they shone,
Those blossoms bright in tone and look;
Each flippant fool, in thy sweet school,
A lesson took
From Love's light book.
Those blossoms bright in tone and look;
Each flippant fool, in thy sweet school,
A lesson took
From Love's light book.
Then in disdain I rend the chain,
Whose golden links were smiles from thee,
For, flung o'er all, too frail the thrall,
Though bright it be,
To fetter me!
Whose golden links were smiles from thee,
For, flung o'er all, too frail the thrall,
Though bright it be,
To fetter me!
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