Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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STANZAS.
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STANZAS.
[How cheerily come the mingled voices]
How cheerily come the mingled voices
Of bird, and of breeze, and bee;
And my heart with hope elate rejoices,
And joins their harmony.
Of bird, and of breeze, and bee;
And my heart with hope elate rejoices,
And joins their harmony.
Oh! nothing is like the raptured beating
Of a bounding bounding heart;
All nature's happiest tones repeating,
Mine Own!—even such thou art.
Of a bounding bounding heart;
All nature's happiest tones repeating,
Mine Own!—even such thou art.
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Oh! brightly for me ev'n now are pouring
Hope's own golden fountains free;
And those, the past by joys restoring—
The founts of memory!
Hope's own golden fountains free;
And those, the past by joys restoring—
The founts of memory!
All the founts of hope and memory brightly
Are for me full pouring now;
And my heart beats lovingly and lightly,
And cloudless is my brow!
Are for me full pouring now;
And my heart beats lovingly and lightly,
And cloudless is my brow!
Oh! Nature this, this is thy fair doing,
Thou dost chase vain cares away!
The soul with triumphant voices wooing,
To rise above its clay.
Thou dost chase vain cares away!
The soul with triumphant voices wooing,
To rise above its clay.
And then it forgets its weak lamenting,
And it turns from fear and pain,
To mingle with a rich assenting
In thy delightful strain.
And it turns from fear and pain,
To mingle with a rich assenting
In thy delightful strain.
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All thy pure joys and thy charms surrounding
Our steps—and our souls shed light
O'er bosoms erst with cares abounding,
And chill'd by sorrow's blight!
Our steps—and our souls shed light
O'er bosoms erst with cares abounding,
And chill'd by sorrow's blight!
Welcome this deep and this sweet forgetting
Of ills, and of woes, and fears;
The Sun of Life will soon be setting—
Quench not its beam with tears!
Of ills, and of woes, and fears;
The Sun of Life will soon be setting—
Quench not its beam with tears!
Look round—'twere most sinful to be slighting
Fair Nature! thy joyous pride
As thy delights were undelighting,
Far spread and scattered wide!
Fair Nature! thy joyous pride
As thy delights were undelighting,
Far spread and scattered wide!
Oh! nothing is like the raptured beating
Of a bounding bounding heart—
All Nature's happiest tones repeating,
Mine!—Mine!—ev'n such thou art!
Of a bounding bounding heart—
All Nature's happiest tones repeating,
Mine!—Mine!—ev'n such thou art!
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