Title] Anna and Henry C. I.
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1] Along this glade C. I. [2] Henry C. I. [3] stern] dark C. I. Harland] Henry C. I. [5] To her cold grave did woe-worn C. I. [6] stay] stray C. I. [7] the] a C. I. [9] dark] dank C. I. [10] Then] There C. I. [11] tales] forms C. I. [14] Like Heaven's bright bow reflected on the stream. C. I. TO THE EVENING STAR[16:3] O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze,I hail, sweet star, thy chaste effulgent glow;On thee full oft with fixéd eye I gazeTill I, methinks, all spirit seem to grow.O first and fairest of the starry choir, 5O loveliest 'mid the daughters of the night,Must not the maid I love like thee inspire_Pure_ joy and _calm_ Delight? Must she not be, as is thy placid sphereSerenely brilliant? Whilst to gaze a while 10Be all my wish 'mid Fancy's high careerE'en till she quit this scene of earthly toil;Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh to joinHer spirit in thy kindred orb, O Star benign! ? 1790. FOOTNOTES: [16:3] First published in _P. and D. W._, 1880, _Supplement_, ii. 359,from _MS. O_. PAIN[17:1] Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze,All Nature charm, and gay was every hour:--But ah! not Music's self, nor fragrant bowerCan glad the trembling sense of wan Disease.Now that the frequent pangs my frame assail, 5Now that my sleepless eyes are sunk and dim,And seas of Pain seem waving through each limb--Ah what can all Life's gilded scenes avail?I view the crowd, whom Youth and Health inspire,Hear the loud laugh, and catch the sportive lay, 10Then sigh and think--I too could laugh and playAnd gaily sport it on the Muse's lyre,Ere Tyrant Pain had chas'd away delight,Ere the wild pulse throbb'd anguish thro' the night! ? 1790. FOOTNOTES: [17:1] First published in 1834. LINENOTES: Title] Pain, a Sonnet MS. O: Sonnet Composed in Sickness MS. [3] But ah! nor splendid feasts MS. O (c). [12] Muse's] festive MS. O, MS. O (c). ON A LADY WEEPING[17:2]
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