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A FAREWELL. |
The poetical works of Samuel Rogers | ||
A FAREWELL.
1797.
Adieu! A long, a long adieu!
I must be gone while yet I may.
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.
I must be gone while yet I may.
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.
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The sweet expression of that face,
For ever changing, yet the same,
Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.
It melts my soul, it fires my frame!
For ever changing, yet the same,
Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.
It melts my soul, it fires my frame!
Yet give me, give me, ere I go,
One little lock of those so blest,
That lend your cheek a warmer glow,
And on your white neck love to rest.
One little lock of those so blest,
That lend your cheek a warmer glow,
And on your white neck love to rest.
—Say, when, to kindle soft delight,
That hand has chanced with mine to meet,
How could its thrilling touch excite,
A sigh so short, and yet so sweet?
That hand has chanced with mine to meet,
How could its thrilling touch excite,
A sigh so short, and yet so sweet?
O say—but no, it must not be.
Adieu! A long, a long adieu!
—Yet still, methinks, you frown on me;
Or never could I fly from you.
Adieu! A long, a long adieu!
—Yet still, methinks, you frown on me;
Or never could I fly from you.
The poetical works of Samuel Rogers | ||