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STANZAS.
(FROM INEZ, AN UNPUBLISHED POEM.)
All—all now is lost
And tired—tempest tossed:
How fain would I lose
Life too, could I choose.
And tired—tempest tossed:
How fain would I lose
Life too, could I choose.
All, all now is lost,
This World seems the Ghost
Of the world that once was—
But this too shall pass!
This World seems the Ghost
Of the world that once was—
But this too shall pass!
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All things are removed—
All I cherished and loved;
All of dearest and best—
Away with the rest!
All I cherished and loved;
All of dearest and best—
Away with the rest!
All, all now is lost,
Each hope crushed or crossed;
And must I remain
To feel life is in vain?
Each hope crushed or crossed;
And must I remain
To feel life is in vain?
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