The poems of George Huddesford ... now first collected. Including Salmagundi, Topsy-Turvy, Bubble and Squeak, and Crambe Repetita. With corrections, and original additions |
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PHILEMON.
AN ELEGY.
Where shade yon yews the churchyard's lonely bourn,
With faultering step, absorb'd in thought profound,
Philemon wends in solitude to mourn,
While Evening pours her deep'ning glooms around.
With faultering step, absorb'd in thought profound,
Philemon wends in solitude to mourn,
While Evening pours her deep'ning glooms around.
Loud shrieks the blast, the sleety torrent drives,
Wide spreads the tempest's desolating power;
To grief alone Philemon reckless lives,
No rolling peal he heeds, cold blast, or shower.
Wide spreads the tempest's desolating power;
To grief alone Philemon reckless lives,
No rolling peal he heeds, cold blast, or shower.
For this the date that stampt his partner's doom;
His trembling lips receiv'd her latest breath.
“Ah! wilt thou drop one tear on Emma's tomb?”
She cried: and clos'd each wistful eye in death.
His trembling lips receiv'd her latest breath.
“Ah! wilt thou drop one tear on Emma's tomb?”
She cried: and clos'd each wistful eye in death.
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No sighs he breath'd, for anguish riv'd his breast,
Her clay-cold hand he grasp'd, no tears he shed,
'Till fainting nature sunk by grief oppress'd,
And ere distraction came all sense was fled.
Her clay-cold hand he grasp'd, no tears he shed,
'Till fainting nature sunk by grief oppress'd,
And ere distraction came all sense was fled.
Now time has calm'd, not cur'd Philemon's woe,
For grief like his life-woven never dies;
And still each year's collected sorrows flow,
As drooping o'er his Emma's tomb he sighs.
For grief like his life-woven never dies;
And still each year's collected sorrows flow,
As drooping o'er his Emma's tomb he sighs.
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