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LAMENTINGS.

“I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most precious to me.”
Macduff.

Oh! where are now the lights that shed
A lustre o'er my darkened hours,
The priests of pleasure's fane, who spread,
Each night beneath my weary head,
Endymion's moonlight couch of flowers?
No more in chains of music bound,
I listen to those airy reels,
When quavering Philipps cuts around
Fantastic pigeon-wings of sound,
Like Byrne,

Mr. Byrne, a dancer from Paris, was performing at the Park Theatre.

who, without touching ground,

Eleven times can cross his heels.
No longer Cooper's tongue of tongues,
Pumps thunder from his stormy lungs;
Turner

Mr. Turner and Mr. Magenis were public lecturers in the rooms of the City Hotel.

has shut his classic pages,

Southward his face Magenis

Mr. Turner and Mr. Magenis were public lecturers in the rooms of the City Hotel.

turns,

And for the halls of Congress spurns
The mansion of our civic sages.

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And Wallack,

James W. Wallack and Mrs. Bartley were great favorites with the theatre-goers of that day. The melologue referred to in the poem was written for Mrs. B. by Thomes Moore.

too, no longer dips

In bathos, for the tragic prize;
And Bartley,

James W. Wallack and Mrs. Bartley were great favorites with the theatre-goers of that day. The melologue referred to in the poem was written for Mrs. B. by Thomes Moore.

a melalogue that slips

Melodious from her honeyed lips,
No more in murmured music dies.
Yet, though fell Fortune has bereft
My heart of all, one mode is left
In slumber's vision to restore 'em;
Weekly I'll buy with pious pence,
A dose of opiate eloquence,
And sleep in quiet at the Forum.
D.