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The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam o'er its grave, as once upon its birth.

Love not!

Love not! oh, warning vainly said

In present hours as in years gone by ;
Love Alings a halo round the dear one's head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.

Love not !

CAROLINE NORTON.

TO MARY IN HEAVEN.

Thou lingering star, with lessening ray,

That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day

My Mary from my soul was torn.

O Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?

That sacred hour can I forget,

Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,

To live one day of parting love !

Eternity will not efface

Those records dear of transports past,

Thy image at our last embrace,

Ah! little thought we 'twas our last !

Ayr, gurgling. kiss'd his pebbled shore,

O’erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar,

Twined amorous round the raptured scene ;

The flowers sprang wanton to be press’d,

The birds sang love on every sprayTill too, too soon, the glowing west

Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.

Still o’er these scenes my memory wakes,

And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the impression deeper makes,

As streams their channels deeper wear.

My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy blissful place of rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

ROBERT BURNS.

FAREWELL TO NANCY.

AE fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him ?

Me, nae cheer

ful twinkle

lights me; Dark despair around

benights me.

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I'll ne'er blame my

partial fancyNaething could re

sist my Nancy :
But to see her was

to love her,
Love but her, and

love for ever. " NEVER MET-OR NEVER PARTED,

Had we never loved
WE HAD NE'ER BEEN BROKEN-HEARTED.”

sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted !

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest !
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest !
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure !

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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas! for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

ROBERT BURNS.

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FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer

For other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air,

But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh;

Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,

Are in that word-Farewell !Farewell !

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;

But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns, nor dares complain,

Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain

I only feel—Farewell !—Farewell !

LORD BYRON.

THE DYING LOVER.

THE grass that is under me now

Will soon be over me, sweet ;

When

you

walk this way again I shall not hear

your

feet.

You may walk this way again,

And shed your tears like dew;
They will be no more to me then

Than mine are now to you !

R. H. STODDARD.

A FAREWELL.

My fairest child, I have no song to give you ;

No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray ; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you

For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ;

Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make life, death, and that vast forever

One grand, sweet song.

CHARLES KINGSLEY.

LUCY.

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise,

And very few to love;

A violet by a mossy stone

Half-hidden from the eye!
-Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

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