Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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No more is now Granada seen,Nor high Remada's cliff;
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The fair Generaliffe.
Tedious and sad the journey wore
To them, who woe's sad burthen bore;
Yet all too soon the parting came.
Tho' few, and short, and far between,
The stolen moments when, unseen,
They mingled sighs and tear-drops sheen,
Still comfort each short pause might claim.
'Twas sweet, 'mid voices mingling round,
To listen for one silver sound;
To catch a stolen glance; to feel
The whisper'd sigh on silence steal;
Ev'n the same fragrant gale to breathe;
Or garlands from one bower to wreathe.
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Deem not with love alone they dwell!
The better love, the purer flame,
That lurks in friendship's sacred name,
‘Love without wings’ such joys may claim.
And such they felt, whose parting sigh,
Whose heart's dull dreary void was nigh,
Who either would for either die!
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