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A FAREWELL (Byronic).
I've looked my last upon your face,
And spoke my last adieu;
My heart is cold to other love
That burned with love to you.
And spoke my last adieu;
My heart is cold to other love
That burned with love to you.
To you the dawn of a new life
And a new love begun,
—To me the gathering clouds of night
And a descending sun.
And a new love begun,
—To me the gathering clouds of night
And a descending sun.
Yet not to me the kindly fates
Have doomed a starless woe,—
The cherished memory of the past
Goes with me where I go.
Have doomed a starless woe,—
The cherished memory of the past
Goes with me where I go.
I see a sweet pale pensive face
With lustrous eyes of blue
Set in a cloud of hair from which
A hidden sun looks through;
With lustrous eyes of blue
Set in a cloud of hair from which
A hidden sun looks through;
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A shelter from the shower,
A shade from summer beams:
O the happy gleams
Of hopes therein in quiet,
Whose loss I can but sigh at!
O the pleasant dreams!
A shade from summer beams:
O the happy gleams
Of hopes therein in quiet,
Whose loss I can but sigh at!
O the pleasant dreams!
What man was yet contented
Tho' Fortune on him smiled?
And who has not repented
He left his native wild?
O the pleasures mild,
The simple hopes I builded,
The love my life that gilded,
Whenas I was a child!
Tho' Fortune on him smiled?
And who has not repented
He left his native wild?
O the pleasures mild,
The simple hopes I builded,
The love my life that gilded,
Whenas I was a child!
For I have lost a treasure
In the vanished time
When living was a pleasure
And discontent a crime.
O the happy prime
Of life and love together
And sweet-aired April weather
And thoughts that rose in rhyme.
In the vanished time
When living was a pleasure
And discontent a crime.
O the happy prime
Of life and love together
And sweet-aired April weather
And thoughts that rose in rhyme.
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