The Poems of J. J. Callanan A New Edition, with Biographical Introduction and Notes |
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THO' DARK FATE HATH REFT ME. |
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THO' DARK FATE HATH REFT ME.
Tho' dark Fate hath reft me
Of all that was sweet,
And widely we sever,
Too widely to meet,
O yet while one life pulse
Remains in this heart,
'Twill remember thee, Mary,
Wherever thou art.
Of all that was sweet,
And widely we sever,
Too widely to meet,
O yet while one life pulse
Remains in this heart,
'Twill remember thee, Mary,
Wherever thou art.
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How sad were the glances
At parting we threw,
No word was there spoken
But the stifled adieu;
My lips o'er thy cold cheek
All raptureless past,
'Twas the first time I prest it,
It must be the last.
At parting we threw,
No word was there spoken
But the stifled adieu;
My lips o'er thy cold cheek
All raptureless past,
'Twas the first time I prest it,
It must be the last.
But why should I dwell thus
On scenes that but pain,
Or think on thee, Mary,
When thinking is vain;
Thy name to this bosom
Now sounds like a knell;
My fond one,—my dear one,
For ever,—Farewell!
On scenes that but pain,
Or think on thee, Mary,
When thinking is vain;
Thy name to this bosom
Now sounds like a knell;
My fond one,—my dear one,
For ever,—Farewell!
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