 | Poems by Mrs. Opie |  |
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ALLEN BROOKE OF WINDERMERE .
Say, have you in the valley seen
A gentle youth of pensive mien?
And have you marked his pallid cheek,
Which secret sorrow seems to speak?
Perhaps you'd wish his name to hear....
'Tis Allen Brooke of Windermere.
A gentle youth of pensive mien?
And have you marked his pallid cheek,
Which secret sorrow seems to speak?
Perhaps you'd wish his name to hear....
'Tis Allen Brooke of Windermere.
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But, ah! the cause that prompts his sigh,
That dims with tears his sparkling eye,
That bids his youthful cheek turn pale,
And sorrow's hue o'er health's prevail,....
That cause from me you must not hear;
Ask Allen Brooke of Windermere.
That dims with tears his sparkling eye,
That bids his youthful cheek turn pale,
And sorrow's hue o'er health's prevail,....
That cause from me you must not hear;
Ask Allen Brooke of Windermere.
Yet needless were his words to prove
His sorrow springs from hopeless love.
Go,....to the youth of Jessy speak,
Then mark the crimson on his cheek;
That blush will make the secret clear
Of Allen Brooke of Windermere.
His sorrow springs from hopeless love.
Go,....to the youth of Jessy speak,
Then mark the crimson on his cheek;
That blush will make the secret clear
Of Allen Brooke of Windermere.
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And O believe his Jessy's breast
Is still with answering cares opprest;
But know, a father's stern command
Withholds from him my willing hand.
All but a father's frown I'd bear
For Allen Brooke of Windermere.
Is still with answering cares opprest;
But know, a father's stern command
Withholds from him my willing hand.
All but a father's frown I'd bear
For Allen Brooke of Windermere.
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