The Fate of Adelaide A Swiss Romantic Tale; And Other Poems: By Letitia Elizabeth Landon |
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DIRGE.
Oh, calm be thy slumbers!The cypress shall wave,
The harp pour its numbers
Of grief o'er thy grave.
I'll scatter each blossom
Upon thy cold stone:
The rose's white bosom,
Pure, fair, as thine own;
The violet glowing,
Blue, like to thine eyes;
The jessamine, throwing
Its sweets, like thy sighs.
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All fresh in their prime;
Like thee, they'll be wither'd
Before it is time:
The flowers we strew o'er thee,
Will fade like thy bloom;
Like the hearts that adore thee,
They'll die on thy tomb!
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