Agnes the Indian Captive. A Poem, in Four Cantos. With Other Poems. By the Rev. John Mitford |
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[Oh! no.—I would not dwell near thee again]
Oh! no.—I would not dwell near thee again,Loved as thou wert, and honour'd once of old;
Far other thoughts my heart from thee withhold,
And I would build upon another plain
My household roof and shelter: grief and pain
Are inmates with the restless and the bold;
And wisest he, who so his thoughts would hold
Calm, as the sunshine on the summer-main.
Woods that arrayed in leafy glory, bring
To their wild glades the heifer's wand'ring hoof,
And torrents down the mountain glens that ring
Me better please; and near the household woof,
And midst the vales, and rural hearths to sing
The songs that “must be sung high and aloof
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