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On Reading an Article in a News-Paper.
Why bleeds my heart these drops of woe?
What stranger sorrow bids them rise?
Alas! what tortures must I know,
What pangs, what horrors undergo,
What streams fall from my eyes!
What stranger sorrow bids them rise?
Alas! what tortures must I know,
What pangs, what horrors undergo,
What streams fall from my eyes!
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Too long my love has hopeless been,
In secret silence roll'd my tear;
Despair hung o'er, an iron queen,
And scarce a ray of hope was seen,
My gloomy soul to cheer.
In secret silence roll'd my tear;
Despair hung o'er, an iron queen,
And scarce a ray of hope was seen,
My gloomy soul to cheer.
Delusive hope ne'er fill'd my breast,
Or did my eager wishes feed;
My wishes ne'er, by fortune blest,
Too long has fortune love opprest:
Ah! when shall love succeed?
Or did my eager wishes feed;
My wishes ne'er, by fortune blest,
Too long has fortune love opprest:
Ah! when shall love succeed?
Then, since not e'en day's fairest beam,
Could give or shew me one delight,
I but lament, and cannot blame,
Those low'ring clouds, that frowning came,
And sunk me into night.
Could give or shew me one delight,
I but lament, and cannot blame,
Those low'ring clouds, that frowning came,
And sunk me into night.
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Thus I, in secret pining thrown,
My heart with tender sorrow wring;
Yet sooth'd, if she, my fair, alone,
Unknowing me, herself unknown,
Will pity while I sing.
My heart with tender sorrow wring;
Yet sooth'd, if she, my fair, alone,
Unknowing me, herself unknown,
Will pity while I sing.
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