Xeniola Poems, including Translations from Schiller and De la Motte Fouqube. By John Anster |
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[OMITTED] And thou hast many a medicine for grief!—The silent volume on my table placed,
And in some favourite page the myrtle-leaf,
Or the light line, along the margin traced
With pencil touches easily effaced:
Artless in truth, yet hast thou many an art,
And many a quiet subterfuge of taste,
To wile and to win home a wandering heart,
That, truant far and wide, still loves the better part! [OMITTED]
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