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...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. THE PAST. L WILT thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, Heaping over their...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. AUTUMN:1 A DIRGE. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing,...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. AUTUMN:1 A DIRGE. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing,...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 1818. A FRAGMENT. YE gentle visitations of calm thought — Moods like the memories of happier earth,...

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