Poems original and translated By John Herman Merivale ... A new and corrected edition with some additional pieces |
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SONG.—“SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE.” |
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SONG.—“SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE.”
O lady, could I e'er behold
That face so brightly beaming,
And not life's sunny hours regret
When infant Love lay dreaming
Upon thy breast of driven snow,
Beneath thine eye's blue languish?—
But, no! no! no! thy heart was safe;
It cared not for his anguish.
That face so brightly beaming,
And not life's sunny hours regret
When infant Love lay dreaming
Upon thy breast of driven snow,
Beneath thine eye's blue languish?—
But, no! no! no! thy heart was safe;
It cared not for his anguish.
The slighted boy at last awoke
From that distracted slumber,
And since has toy'd in sunny bowers
'Mongst beauties without number.
Yet still if by his pathway glides
That form at evening lonely,
Love every later dream forgets,
His first remember'd only.
From that distracted slumber,
And since has toy'd in sunny bowers
'Mongst beauties without number.
Yet still if by his pathway glides
That form at evening lonely,
Love every later dream forgets,
His first remember'd only.
So wandering spirits, are we told,
By sin from glory sunder'd,
If but a gale blow o'er them, fraught
With sweets from Eden plunder'd,
The furrow'd lines of guilt and care
Are at the moment vanish'd,
And all their native heaven returns,
As if they'd ne'er been banish'd.
By sin from glory sunder'd,
If but a gale blow o'er them, fraught
With sweets from Eden plunder'd,
The furrow'd lines of guilt and care
Are at the moment vanish'd,
And all their native heaven returns,
As if they'd ne'er been banish'd.
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