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OH! THINK OF ME.
Vivite felices, memores et vivite nostri
Sive simus, seu nos fata fuisse volent.
Catul.
Sive simus, seu nos fata fuisse volent.
Catul.
Oh! think of me, oh! think of me,
Far from thy vision taken;
And sailing o'er the deep blue sea,
With wrecks of hope, forsaken!
Far from thy vision taken;
And sailing o'er the deep blue sea,
With wrecks of hope, forsaken!
Oh! think of me, oh! think of me,
Whene'er thy lot shall gladden:
Though far away I'll sigh for thee,
While grief my soul shall madden.
Whene'er thy lot shall gladden:
Though far away I'll sigh for thee,
While grief my soul shall madden.
Amid the hurried scenes of life,
In scenes of woe or pleasure;
In soothing ease, or rankling strife,
Thy heart will be my trea sure!
In scenes of woe or pleasure;
In soothing ease, or rankling strife,
Thy heart will be my trea sure!
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If stormy clouds should blacken round,
My wayward fate besetting;
Thy maiden voice will seem to sound,
And bid me leave regretting.
My wayward fate besetting;
Thy maiden voice will seem to sound,
And bid me leave regretting.
Oh! think of me, oh! think of me,
Now forc'd to be a rover;
Thy lovely image ne'er can flee,
'Tis buried in thy lover.
Now forc'd to be a rover;
Thy lovely image ne'er can flee,
'Tis buried in thy lover.
Where'er rude fate my bark shall cast,
By wild and boist'rous billow;
Till life's warm pulsings cease to last,
Thy love shall be my pillow.
By wild and boist'rous billow;
Till life's warm pulsings cease to last,
Thy love shall be my pillow.
That eye that throws so soft a beam,
With all its witch'ry glancing,
Shall oft appear like meteor gleam,
In silky cloud advancing.
With all its witch'ry glancing,
Shall oft appear like meteor gleam,
In silky cloud advancing.
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Enough of thee will still remain
In mem'ry's soul of feeling;
Bright fancy will thy charms retain,
Pure admiration stealing.
In mem'ry's soul of feeling;
Bright fancy will thy charms retain,
Pure admiration stealing.
Then think of me! then think of me,
Far from thy vision taken;
And sailing o'er the deep blue sea,
Dejected and forsaken!
Far from thy vision taken;
And sailing o'er the deep blue sea,
Dejected and forsaken!
Oh! think of me—still think of me
In laughing joys or sorrow;
An exile doom'd, I fly from thee,
Must leave a heav'n to morrow!
In laughing joys or sorrow;
An exile doom'd, I fly from thee,
Must leave a heav'n to morrow!
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