By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts, Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;
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Farewell, Life! My senses swim, And the world is growing dim;
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Is there a bitter pang for love removed, O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears
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It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast;
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Let us make a leap, my dear, In our love, of many a year,
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Love, dearest Lady, such as I would speak, Lives not within the humor of the eye;—
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My heart is sick with longing, tho' I feed On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace
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O Lady, leave thy silken thread And flowery tapestrie:
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She's up and gone, the graceless girl, And robb'd my failing years!
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Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's eclipse And Beauty's fairest queen,
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Spring it is cheery, Winter is dreary,
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Still glides the gentle streamlet on, With shifting current new and strange;
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The stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail;
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There is dew for the flow'ret And honey for the bee,
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Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow; The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:—
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A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear, -
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Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop,—first let me kiss away that tear—)
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Oh, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy,
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I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
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An Address to the Steam Washing Company "For shame—let the linen alone!" M. W. of Windsor.
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"Coming events cast their shadow before."
I had a vision in the summer light—
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
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The Autumn skies are flush'd with gold, And fair and bright the rivers run;
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The Autumn is old, The sere leaves are flying;—
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BIANCA!—fair Bianca!—who could dwell
With safety on her dark and hazel gaze,
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Good morrow to the golden morning, Good morrow to the world's delight—
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Along the Woodford road there comes a noise
Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise
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It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
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O saw ye not fair Ines?
She’s gone into the West,
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
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