Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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LINES
WRITTEN IN A BURIAL GROUND PARTLY DESTROYED
BY THE SEA. |
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LINES WRITTEN IN A BURIAL GROUND PARTLY DESTROYED BY THE SEA.
“But thou, thy very dust is gone.”
Lord Byron.
Lord Byron.
When thou to nature paidst the debt
I saw that thou must die,
And, if e'er my fever'd cheek was wet,
I knew not till 'twas dry;
But when I saw where the wave had swept,
And heard the sea-mew shrill,
My bosom choked and my eyes they wept,
Though my heart felt lonelier still.
I saw that thou must die,
And, if e'er my fever'd cheek was wet,
I knew not till 'twas dry;
But when I saw where the wave had swept,
And heard the sea-mew shrill,
My bosom choked and my eyes they wept,
Though my heart felt lonelier still.
I had often thought, nay, loved to think,
Although the thought was vain,
That when I of the cup of death should drink
We here should meet again;
On that alone my thoughts would rest,
From the pangs of thinking free;
Now all is drear within my breast
As the deep that covers thee.
Although the thought was vain,
That when I of the cup of death should drink
We here should meet again;
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From the pangs of thinking free;
Now all is drear within my breast
As the deep that covers thee.
I trusted that some time I should lie
Beneath where now I stand;
Where twice a-day now the wave leaves dry
The still encroaching sand:
And till I saw the Neptune steal
Upon this changing shore,
I knew not it was possible
That I could lose thee more.
Beneath where now I stand;
Where twice a-day now the wave leaves dry
The still encroaching sand:
And till I saw the Neptune steal
Upon this changing shore,
I knew not it was possible
That I could lose thee more.
Yet, though true is the grief that clouds my brow,
And my eyes drop faithful brine,
I had not lived to mourn thee now
Had my love been worthy thine.
The grief that lives, lives but to wane;
And mine e'en yet may fade,
As this sand shall lose my steps, which fain
Would trace where thou wert laid.
And my eyes drop faithful brine,
I had not lived to mourn thee now
Had my love been worthy thine.
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And mine e'en yet may fade,
As this sand shall lose my steps, which fain
Would trace where thou wert laid.
It would have seem'd a baser part
Had the storms allow'd thee room,
And the sorrow had left my fickle heart
While fresh upon thy tomb;
And I yet may join a heartless laugh,
And thank th' officious tide,
That hath blotted out thine epitaph,
E're it told me how much I lied!
Had the storms allow'd thee room,
And the sorrow had left my fickle heart
While fresh upon thy tomb;
And I yet may join a heartless laugh,
And thank th' officious tide,
That hath blotted out thine epitaph,
E're it told me how much I lied!
Still, though pleasure ere long may expand her wing,
And smiles relight my brow,
Of this I am sure, the world can bring
Nought so worthy love as thou.
Though thy form may fade from my mem'ry quite,
Or my tears refuse to fall,
Thou art but like the heav'nliest dream of night,
Forgotten first of all.
And smiles relight my brow,
Of this I am sure, the world can bring
Nought so worthy love as thou.
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Or my tears refuse to fall,
Thou art but like the heav'nliest dream of night,
Forgotten first of all.
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