Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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TO THE MEMORY OF MALIBRAN.
I
Thy melody has ceased to charm,A nation mourns for thee.
Loved songstress! whither art thou fled?
Too lately known,—too early dead,—
Thy notes have shed a light around thy lowly head.
II
What though, alas! no length of daysMay wait a fame like thine;
Yet will the memory of thy years
Be steeped in many a Briton's tears,
A watchword and a spell amid thy bold compeers.
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||