A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
CANDOUR.
The warmest friend, I ever prov'd,
My bitterest foe I see:
The kindest maid I ever lov'd,
Is false to love and me.
My bitterest foe I see:
The kindest maid I ever lov'd,
Is false to love and me.
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But shall I make the angry vow,
Which tempts my wavering mind?
Shall dark suspicion cloud my brow,
And bid me shun mankind?
Which tempts my wavering mind?
Shall dark suspicion cloud my brow,
And bid me shun mankind?
Avaunt, thou hell-born fiend! no more
Pretend my steps to guide;
Let me be cheated o'er and o'er,
But let me still confide.
Pretend my steps to guide;
Let me be cheated o'er and o'er,
But let me still confide.
If this be folly, all my claim
To wisdom I resign;
But let no sage presume to name
His happiness with mine.
To wisdom I resign;
But let no sage presume to name
His happiness with mine.
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