Glimpses of Antiquity Being a collection of metrical sketches, in the form of ballads, lyrics, &c., with main reference to mediaeval times or classical subjects. By George F. Preston [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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LOVE IN SOLITUDE. |
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LOVE IN SOLITUDE.
And she shall be my love, whose quiet eyes
Speak tender messages of dear affection.
A sunbeam glance, like sunset ere it dies
Casts on an evening mere in still reflexion.
Speak tender messages of dear affection.
A sunbeam glance, like sunset ere it dies
Casts on an evening mere in still reflexion.
And she shall sway my heart, whose pensive brow
Holds with the inner world a blest communion;
Whose tresses waving round her neck of snow,
Blend dark and auburn in a happy union.
Holds with the inner world a blest communion;
Whose tresses waving round her neck of snow,
Blend dark and auburn in a happy union.
A saintlike innocence untouched, unseared
By sad experience and the jars of life.
A flower in some secluded garden reared,
Beyond the world and its disheartening strife.
By sad experience and the jars of life.
A flower in some secluded garden reared,
Beyond the world and its disheartening strife.
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There shall be magic in her joyous laugh,
Like careless childhood's; through her virgin tears
Shall break the mellow sunshine of a heart
Unhardened by the disenchanting years.
Like careless childhood's; through her virgin tears
Shall break the mellow sunshine of a heart
Unhardened by the disenchanting years.
And we will seek us out a calm retreat,
Among the woodbine of a happy vale;
Our cot shall lie where gushing streamlets meet,
And odorous flowers the garden trellis scale.
Among the woodbine of a happy vale;
Our cot shall lie where gushing streamlets meet,
And odorous flowers the garden trellis scale.
As morning, silver on the shore and wold,
Flickers in iron-sided hills away,
For us shall ride in oriel fields of gold
Pearl-crested clouds of undulating day.
Flickers in iron-sided hills away,
For us shall ride in oriel fields of gold
Pearl-crested clouds of undulating day.
There may our lives flow on in still delight,
The holy fruit of sweet contentment reaping;
There, when our earthly dreamland fades to night,
Under the self-same sod may we lie sleeping.
The holy fruit of sweet contentment reaping;
There, when our earthly dreamland fades to night,
Under the self-same sod may we lie sleeping.
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