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Poetry.
VIII . ILL-NATURE to a corner stole ; " ~ And taught her blood-shot Eyes to roll , As if she meant to blight Each Flow ' r of happier scent or hue , For none she chose of all that grew Save pois ' nous Aconite .
IX . Hand in hand , for they never asunder are seen , All graceful their footsteps , all easy their mien , CONTENTMENT and INNOCENCE tripp'd it along , By the delicate Snow-drop was Innocence known , Contentment chose Heart's-ease , and call- 'd it her own ^
Nor envied the gay nor the great in the throng . The Throng-just hint to wild Conceit ; like mine—Why what a wreath had I begun to twine ! Indulgent as she was , methinks I hear E'en FANCY ' S self now whisper in my ear , " Quit ere 'tis tedious , quit this flow'ry road , " Nor , what was meant a Nosegay , make a Load , " n ,
The Forsaken Fair.
THE FORSAKEN FAIR .
AN ELEGIAC DITTY ; V V HEN Thomas' was present how swift pass'd the hours * When Thomas was absent how slow ! In yonder gay vallies we crop'd Pleasure ' s ( low'rsj
Those vallies re-echo my woe . The rose that incrimson'd my once-blooming cheek , ( Now pluck'd by the hand of Despair , ) Or those moments of Happiness * where shall I seek ? Those' moments supplanted by care . 'Neath that tree where we oft have enjoy'd the cool shade ;
I oft have believ'd his fond strain ; By his smiles I ' m deceiv'd , bv his tongue I ' m betray'dj His pleasure encreases my pain . JBut the time is approaching , when downward I ' 11 sink To somnific Lethe's dark shore ; At Oblivion ' s fountain I ' 11 strive not to think .... . Of Thomas or perjury more . W * D ; f ; j
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
VIII . ILL-NATURE to a corner stole ; " ~ And taught her blood-shot Eyes to roll , As if she meant to blight Each Flow ' r of happier scent or hue , For none she chose of all that grew Save pois ' nous Aconite .
IX . Hand in hand , for they never asunder are seen , All graceful their footsteps , all easy their mien , CONTENTMENT and INNOCENCE tripp'd it along , By the delicate Snow-drop was Innocence known , Contentment chose Heart's-ease , and call- 'd it her own ^
Nor envied the gay nor the great in the throng . The Throng-just hint to wild Conceit ; like mine—Why what a wreath had I begun to twine ! Indulgent as she was , methinks I hear E'en FANCY ' S self now whisper in my ear , " Quit ere 'tis tedious , quit this flow'ry road , " Nor , what was meant a Nosegay , make a Load , " n ,
The Forsaken Fair.
THE FORSAKEN FAIR .
AN ELEGIAC DITTY ; V V HEN Thomas' was present how swift pass'd the hours * When Thomas was absent how slow ! In yonder gay vallies we crop'd Pleasure ' s ( low'rsj
Those vallies re-echo my woe . The rose that incrimson'd my once-blooming cheek , ( Now pluck'd by the hand of Despair , ) Or those moments of Happiness * where shall I seek ? Those' moments supplanted by care . 'Neath that tree where we oft have enjoy'd the cool shade ;
I oft have believ'd his fond strain ; By his smiles I ' m deceiv'd , bv his tongue I ' m betray'dj His pleasure encreases my pain . JBut the time is approaching , when downward I ' 11 sink To somnific Lethe's dark shore ; At Oblivion ' s fountain I ' 11 strive not to think .... . Of Thomas or perjury more . W * D ; f ; j