Lyrics of the heart With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel |
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FOR EVER THINE. |
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FOR EVER THINE.
For ever thine, whate'er this heart betide;
For ever mine, where'er our lot be cast;
Fate, that may rob us of all wealth beside,
Shall leave us love—till life itself be past.
For ever mine, where'er our lot be cast;
Fate, that may rob us of all wealth beside,
Shall leave us love—till life itself be past.
The world may wrong us; we will brave its hate;
False friends may change, and falser hopes decline;
Though bowed by cankering cares, we'll smile at Fate,
Since thou art mine, beloved, and I am thine!
False friends may change, and falser hopes decline;
Though bowed by cankering cares, we'll smile at Fate,
Since thou art mine, beloved, and I am thine!
For ever thine; when circling years have spread
Time's snowy blossoms o'er thy placid brow;
When youth's rich glow, its “purple light,” is fled,
And lilies bloom where roses flourish now;—
Time's snowy blossoms o'er thy placid brow;
When youth's rich glow, its “purple light,” is fled,
And lilies bloom where roses flourish now;—
Say, shall I love the fading beauty less
Whose spring-tide radiance has been wholly mine?—
No; come what will, thy stedfast truth I'll bless,
In youth, in age,—thine own, for ever thine!
Whose spring-tide radiance has been wholly mine?—
No; come what will, thy stedfast truth I'll bless,
In youth, in age,—thine own, for ever thine!
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For ever thine; at evening's dewy hour,
When gentle hearts to tenderest thoughts incline;
When balmiest odours from each closing flower
Are breathing round me,—thine, for ever thine!
When gentle hearts to tenderest thoughts incline;
When balmiest odours from each closing flower
Are breathing round me,—thine, for ever thine!
For ever thine; 'mid Fashion's heartless throng;
In courtly bowers, at Folly's gilded shrine;—
Smiles on my cheek, light words upon my tongue,
My deep heart still is thine,—for ever thine!
In courtly bowers, at Folly's gilded shrine;—
Smiles on my cheek, light words upon my tongue,
My deep heart still is thine,—for ever thine!
For ever thine; amid the boisterous crowd,
Where the jest sparkles, with the sparkling wine;
I never name thy gentle name aloud,
But drink to thee, in thought,—for ever thine!
Where the jest sparkles, with the sparkling wine;
I never name thy gentle name aloud,
But drink to thee, in thought,—for ever thine!
I would not, sweet, profane that silvery sound,—
The depths of love could such rude hearts divine;
Let the loud laughter peal, the toast go round,
My inmost thoughts are thine,—for ever thine!
The depths of love could such rude hearts divine;
Let the loud laughter peal, the toast go round,
My inmost thoughts are thine,—for ever thine!
For ever thine, whate'er this heart betide;
For ever mine, where'er our lot be cast;
Fate, that may rob us of all wealth beside,
Shall leave us love,—till life itself be past!
For ever mine, where'er our lot be cast;
Fate, that may rob us of all wealth beside,
Shall leave us love,—till life itself be past!
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