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WRITTEN ON A LADY'S TELLING THE AUTHOR TO FORGET HER.
ADDRESSED TO MISS B---
“Memori sub pectore servo.”
Forget thee! not till sun shall cease to beam
His radiant lustre o'er the main;
Not while noon-tide gales, shall whispering seem,
To lave its billows back again.
His radiant lustre o'er the main;
Not while noon-tide gales, shall whispering seem,
To lave its billows back again.
Forget thee! not while moon shall light yon sky,
That undulates in silken vest;
Not while golden halos shall move on high,
In mellow hues serenely drest.
That undulates in silken vest;
Not while golden halos shall move on high,
In mellow hues serenely drest.
Forget thee! not while breezes wave the flowers,
That breathe their fragrant odours round;
Not while ethereal spring shall deck the bowers,
Or nature's verdure clothe the ground.
That breathe their fragrant odours round;
Not while ethereal spring shall deck the bowers,
Or nature's verdure clothe the ground.
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Forget thee! not while beauty's beaming eye,
Shall fan the glowing soul on fire;
Not while affection pure can heave one sigh,
Or mem'ry's magic charms inspire.
Shall fan the glowing soul on fire;
Not while affection pure can heave one sigh,
Or mem'ry's magic charms inspire.
Forget thee! not while fancy's power to please,
Shall mould an angel's god-like form;
O! not till Love's own witchery shall cease
To fill the breast with raptures warm.
Shall mould an angel's god-like form;
O! not till Love's own witchery shall cease
To fill the breast with raptures warm.
Forget thee! when that tongue be lock'd in death,
That e'er with transports speaks thy name;
When this fond throbbing heart shall pant for breath,
Which now beats high with love's warm flame.
That e'er with transports speaks thy name;
When this fond throbbing heart shall pant for breath,
Which now beats high with love's warm flame.
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