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On the Death of Heliodora.
These tears be thine, O lost in early bloom!
(All, all that now affection can bestow.)
Tears wept in anguish; o'er thy honour'd tomb
Love, in fond memory, pours the stream of woe.
(All, all that now affection can bestow.)
Tears wept in anguish; o'er thy honour'd tomb
Love, in fond memory, pours the stream of woe.
Yes, my dead Heliodora, ever dear!
Long, long for thee shall Meleager grieve:
Still shall thy shade, while yet he lingers here,
These empty gifts to Acheron receive.
Long, long for thee shall Meleager grieve:
Still shall thy shade, while yet he lingers here,
These empty gifts to Acheron receive.
Ah! where is now my lovely blossom? Torn,
By Death untimely torn, in dust to fade:
But this fair flower, which all admire and mourn,
O Earth fold softly, in thy bosom laid!
By Death untimely torn, in dust to fade:
But this fair flower, which all admire and mourn,
O Earth fold softly, in thy bosom laid!
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