Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||
Song.
[In vain do friends and wine remove]
In vain do friends and wine remove
What I again must worse endure,
Relapsing still into a Love
Which reason blames, but cannot cure.
What I again must worse endure,
Relapsing still into a Love
Which reason blames, but cannot cure.
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Reason might once relief have brought;
But nurs'd the pleasing Infant pain;
And now, by late experience taught,
Resists the bitter growth in vain.
But nurs'd the pleasing Infant pain;
And now, by late experience taught,
Resists the bitter growth in vain.
What tho' I shun to see her eyes?
I feel them at my aking heart:
The wounded Deer the Huntsman flies;
But can he from himself depart?
I feel them at my aking heart:
The wounded Deer the Huntsman flies;
But can he from himself depart?
Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||