The Christian Scholar By the Author of "The Cathedral" [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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VI. ÆNEAS AND DIDO.
“Alas, my God, while yet a boy
Æneas would my thoughts employ;
To me his wanderings were all known,
While I in his forgot mine own!
O'er dying Dido too I grieved,
Who slew herself by love bereaved.
Yet I in all these things was dead,
But o'er myself no tear I shed.
Apart from God myself could die
Yet tearless was my heart and eye.
Æneas would my thoughts employ;
To me his wanderings were all known,
While I in his forgot mine own!
O'er dying Dido too I grieved,
Who slew herself by love bereaved.
Yet I in all these things was dead,
But o'er myself no tear I shed.
Apart from God myself could die
Yet tearless was my heart and eye.
Yet what more pitiable could be
Than not to know one's misery;—
To others feel compassionate,
Yet pity not one's own estate.—
That Dido's death my tears could move
Self-slain for lost Æneas' love;
Yet I for want of love could die,
And bear that death with tearless eye?
Than not to know one's misery;—
To others feel compassionate,
Yet pity not one's own estate.—
That Dido's death my tears could move
Self-slain for lost Æneas' love;
Yet I for want of love could die,
And bear that death with tearless eye?
Light of mine heart, Bread of my soul,
Spouse of my being, my life's Whole,
I lov'd Thee not; unfaithful rov'd
From Thee, the adulterous world approv'd,
And sounded in my ears, Well done!
Well done, re-echoed on and on,
And I was sham'd to stand alone.
Spouse of my being, my life's Whole,
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From Thee, the adulterous world approv'd,
And sounded in my ears, Well done!
Well done, re-echoed on and on,
And I was sham'd to stand alone.
These things I wept not, yet could moan
For Dido's sorrows and her death,
Mine own was worse than parting breath;
And when forbid that tale of woe
I griev'd that sorrow to forego.”
For Dido's sorrows and her death,
Mine own was worse than parting breath;
And when forbid that tale of woe
I griev'd that sorrow to forego.”
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