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[Sad slave to Love's almighty power]
Sad slave to Love's almighty power,
I pensive pass the lingering hour:
Nor can the Muse's voice divine,
Nor all the magic charms of wine
Disperse the dreary mist of care,
Or save me from the fiend Despair.
I pensive pass the lingering hour:
Nor can the Muse's voice divine,
Nor all the magic charms of wine
Disperse the dreary mist of care,
Or save me from the fiend Despair.
‘How long, my Laura, at thy feet
‘Must I that Beauty's radiance meet,
‘Yet while I gaze essay in vain
‘With tears to calm thy stern disdain?
‘Can nought avail the streaming eye,
‘And must the trembling Lover die?’
‘Must I that Beauty's radiance meet,
‘Yet while I gaze essay in vain
‘With tears to calm thy stern disdain?
‘Can nought avail the streaming eye,
‘And must the trembling Lover die?’
Hope warms my soul! again I dare
Breathe in soft strains a suppliant's prayer:
‘Ah! bid the storm of anguish cease,
‘Restore my bosom's wonted peace,
‘No longer hear, unmov'd, my sighs,
‘No more my tender vows despise.
Breathe in soft strains a suppliant's prayer:
‘Ah! bid the storm of anguish cease,
‘Restore my bosom's wonted peace,
‘No longer hear, unmov'd, my sighs,
‘No more my tender vows despise.
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‘To pity all thy soul incline;
‘What ceaseless bliss will then be mine!
‘These eyes immers'd in tearful gloom,
‘Health's sparkling ray shall then illume;
‘These faded cheeks with transport glow,
‘And tears of joy, not sorrow, flow!
‘What ceaseless bliss will then be mine!
‘These eyes immers'd in tearful gloom,
‘Health's sparkling ray shall then illume;
‘These faded cheeks with transport glow,
‘And tears of joy, not sorrow, flow!
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