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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“‘My Damon was the first to wake
“‘The gentle flame that cannot die;
“‘My Damon is the last to take
“‘The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
“‘The life between is nothing worth,
“‘O! cast it from thy thought away;
“‘Think of the day that gave it birth,
“‘And this its sweet returning day.
“‘The gentle flame that cannot die;
“‘My Damon is the last to take
“‘The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
“‘The life between is nothing worth,
“‘O! cast it from thy thought away;
“‘Think of the day that gave it birth,
“‘And this its sweet returning day.
“‘Buried be all that has been done,
“‘Or say that naught is done amiss;
“‘For who the dangerous path can shun
“‘In such bewildering world as this?
“‘But love can every fault forgive,
“‘Or with a tender look reprove;
“‘And now let naught in memory live,
“‘But that we meet, and that we love.’
“‘Or say that naught is done amiss;
“‘For who the dangerous path can shun
“‘In such bewildering world as this?
“‘But love can every fault forgive,
“‘Or with a tender look reprove;
“‘And now let naught in memory live,
“‘But that we meet, and that we love.’
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