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Receive our welcome too,--whose every tone.
The varying hours must flag'or fly,
But drag or drive us on to die
Those boons—to all that know thee-known;
For now I bear the weight alone.. !!
The bitter moments thou hast given;"
All that I lov'd, to peace or heav'n'; "
To them be joy or rest-on meie peres.."
Thy future ills shall press in vain ;rush of
A debt already paid in pain. " :"
It felt--but still forgot thy pow'r; .
Retards, but never counts the hour. In joy I've sigh'd to think thy flight
Would soon subside from swift to slowThy cloud could overcast the light,
But could not add a night to woeFor then, however drear and dark,
My soul was suited to thy sky;
To prove thee—not Eternity.
A blank—a thing to count and curse
Which all regret-yet all rehearse. One scene even thou canst not deform
The limit of thy sloth or speed
When future wanderers bear the storm
Which we shall sleep too sound to heed; And I can smile to think how weak
Thine efforts shortly shall be shown, When all the vengeance thou canst wreak
Must fall upon—a nameless stone!
Translation of a Romaic Love Song...5
Ah! Love was never yet without
Without one friend to hear my woe, .
Birds, yet in freedom, shun the pet,
A bird of free and careless wing
5. ... , ecu Who ne'er have loved, and loved in vain, sort Can neither feel, nor pity pain; pufogyan havde The cold repulse—the look askancerin ve gidW The lightning of Love's angry glance.
In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine; ,"117
My light of life! ah, tell me why
Mine eyes like wintry streams o’erflow:
My curdling blood, my madd’ning brain, ***
Pour me the poison; fear not thou!