Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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BRIGHT WATERS BLUE.
Bright Waters blue,
Whose very hue
Brings thoughts of Heaven into the heart,
Sing, roll, and gleam,
Oh! sweet, sweet stream,
And bid Care's heavy dreams depart.
Whose very hue
Brings thoughts of Heaven into the heart,
Sing, roll, and gleam,
Oh! sweet, sweet stream,
And bid Care's heavy dreams depart.
Blue Waters clear,
To me how dear,
Since here my careless childhood played
Your antique strain,
Oh! sing again—
My heart it ever joyful made.
To me how dear,
Since here my careless childhood played
Your antique strain,
Oh! sing again—
My heart it ever joyful made.
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But now your voice
Ne'er says rejoice,
Oh! stream! beloved and blessed stream!—
But mingles faint
With my complaint—
Too like the sad voice of my dream.
Ne'er says rejoice,
Oh! stream! beloved and blessed stream!—
But mingles faint
With my complaint—
Too like the sad voice of my dream.
Oh! Nature! thou
Dost still avow
With us a perfect sympathy,
Against our will
We oft find still
Our feelings echoed back by thee.
Dost still avow
With us a perfect sympathy,
Against our will
We oft find still
Our feelings echoed back by thee.
The Stream—the Wind
With tone refined,
These speak the language of the heart—
Sighs to our sighs
Breathe sad replies,
And thousand echoes trembling start!
With tone refined,
These speak the language of the heart—
Sighs to our sighs
Breathe sad replies,
And thousand echoes trembling start!
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But when we are glad
Art thou e'er sad,
Oh! Nature!—tenderest of the kind?—
No! thou dost mourn
With the forlorn,
Rejoicest with the gladsome mind!
Art thou e'er sad,
Oh! Nature!—tenderest of the kind?—
No! thou dost mourn
With the forlorn,
Rejoicest with the gladsome mind!
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