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POEMS.

Written in an Albrim.

As o'er the cold sepulchral stone

Some name arrests the passer-by; Thus when thou view'st this page alone

May mine attract thy pensive eye!

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And when by thee that name is read, not

Perchance in some succeeding year, so Reflect on me as on the dead, . ,spir And think my heart is buried here. til

BBS, O September 14th, 1809.

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Oh Lady! when I left the shore, i v etur

The distant shore, which gave me birth,:/ I hardly thought to grieve once more,., w

To quit another spot on earth : IT Yet here amidst this barren isle, in s tem

Where panting Nature droops the head, Where only thou art seen to smile, . ,

I view my parting hour with dread. , ;

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Though far from Albin's craggy shore,

Divided by the dark-blue main; . A few, brief, rolling seasons o’er, li.

Perchance I view her cliffs again:' (using But wheresoe'er I now may roam, usin

Through scorching clime, and varied sea, Though Time restore me to my home,

I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee: On thee, in whom at once conspire . All charms which heedless hearts can move, Whom but to see is to admire,

And, oh! forgive the word to love. Forgive the word, in one who ne'er

With such a word can more offend; And since thy heart I cannot share,

Believe me, what I am, thy friend. And who só cold as look on thee,

Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less ?
Nor be, what man should ever be,

The friend of Beauty in distress?
Ah! who would think that form had pass'd

Through Danger's most destructive path,

Had brav'd the death-wing'd tempest's blast, "

And ’scap'd a tyrant's fiercer wrath ? Lady! when I shall view the walls

Where free Byzantium once arose; And Stamboul's Oriental halls

The Turkish tyrants now enclose; Though mightiest in the lists of fame,

That glorious city still shall be;
On me 'twill hold a dearer claim,

As spot of thy nativity:
And though I bid thee now farewell,

When I behold that wond'rous scene,
Since where thou art I may not dwell,
'Twill soothe to be, where thou hast been.

September, 1809.

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