 | Miscellaneous Poetry (1806) |  |
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Joy to-night, and care to-morrow!
Dream of bliss, and wake to sorrow!
Grief may quickly fill its measure;
Fate may brightest hopes destroy:
But scarce the tear can learn to flow;
And scarce the tongue can talk of woe;
For long these eyes have beam'd with pleasure,
Long these lips have whisper'd joy.
Dream of bliss, and wake to sorrow!
Grief may quickly fill its measure;
Fate may brightest hopes destroy:
But scarce the tear can learn to flow;
And scarce the tongue can talk of woe;
For long these eyes have beam'd with pleasure,
Long these lips have whisper'd joy.
Fondest hearts are quickest broken:
Blissful words are easy spoken;
But, when fancy bleeding lies,
Lips are mute and cold as clay.
Yet, though the voice of anguish fail,
The eyes be dim, the visage pale,
Love's glowing passion never dies,
Till the pulse forgets to play.
Blissful words are easy spoken;
But, when fancy bleeding lies,
Lips are mute and cold as clay.
Yet, though the voice of anguish fail,
The eyes be dim, the visage pale,
Love's glowing passion never dies,
Till the pulse forgets to play.
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