The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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LOVE.
That boy will be the death of me. —Charles Mathews.
It is not on the mountain, nor in palaces of pride,
That Love will fold his wings up and joyfully abide;
In meek and humble natures his home is ever found,
As the lark that sings in heaven builds its nest upon the ground.
That Love will fold his wings up and joyfully abide;
In meek and humble natures his home is ever found,
As the lark that sings in heaven builds its nest upon the ground.
His voice is as the music in the breath of summer heard,
Oh Love is often shaken by the whisper of a word;
His smile is in the sunshine, and his laughter in the glades,
Oh that winter should o'ertake him with its silence and its shades.
Oh Love is often shaken by the whisper of a word;
His smile is in the sunshine, and his laughter in the glades,
Oh that winter should o'ertake him with its silence and its shades.
1835.
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