Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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AN OLD MAN'S WISH.
I have lived, and I have loved,
Have lived and loved in vain;
Some joys, and many woes have proved,
That may not be again;
My heart is cold, my eye is sere,
Joy wins no smile, and grief no tear.
Have lived and loved in vain;
Some joys, and many woes have proved,
That may not be again;
My heart is cold, my eye is sere,
Joy wins no smile, and grief no tear.
Fain would I hope, if hope I could,
If sure to be deceived,
There's comfort in a thought of good,
Tho' 'tis not quite believed—
For sweet is hope's wild warbled air,
But—Oh—its echo is despair.
If sure to be deceived,
There's comfort in a thought of good,
Tho' 'tis not quite believed—
For sweet is hope's wild warbled air,
But—Oh—its echo is despair.
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