The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival With a biographical sketch |
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[I was once happy and blest] |
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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[I was once happy and blest]
I was once happy and blest;
But pleasure has flown from me long.
I was once love and caressed;
But my loves only live now in song.
But pleasure has flown from me long.
I was once love and caressed;
But my loves only live now in song.
I was once cheerful and gay,
The rose on my cheek spread its bloom;
But the roses have faded away,
And left but the hue of the tomb.
The rose on my cheek spread its bloom;
But the roses have faded away,
And left but the hue of the tomb.
Pleasure once beamed in my eye,—
O how blithely I laughed and I sung!
But those moments of bliss are gone by,
And my bower all with mourning is hung.
O how blithely I laughed and I sung!
But those moments of bliss are gone by,
And my bower all with mourning is hung.
They called me an angel, and smiled,
And I smiled, and believed they spoke true;
O, how my weak heart was beguiled!
I was ruined,—then bidden adieu.
And I smiled, and believed they spoke true;
O, how my weak heart was beguiled!
I was ruined,—then bidden adieu.
Ye who exult in your youth
And your beauty, be taught by my tear;
O, listen to nothing but truth,
And close on the flatterer your ear.
And your beauty, be taught by my tear;
O, listen to nothing but truth,
And close on the flatterer your ear.
The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||