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... speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show And silent ache for thee . March , 1811 . EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . OCCASIONAL PIECES . 9 On Parting.
... speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show And silent ache for thee . March , 1811 . EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . OCCASIONAL PIECES . 9 On Parting.
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... bear , forgiving and forgiven : On earth thy love was such to me ; It fain would form my hope in heaven ! October 11. 1811. ( ' ) ( 1 ) [ Mr. Moore considers " Thyrza " as if she were a mere creature of the poet's brain . " It was ...
... bear , forgiving and forgiven : On earth thy love was such to me ; It fain would form my hope in heaven ! October 11. 1811. ( ' ) ( 1 ) [ Mr. Moore considers " Thyrza " as if she were a mere creature of the poet's brain . " It was ...
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... bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the ...
... bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the ...
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... bear a stranger's touch ; That lute was sweet - till thou could'st think In other hands its notes were such . Let him , who from thy neck unbound The chain which shiver'd in his grasp , Who saw that lute refuse to sound , Restring the ...
... bear a stranger's touch ; That lute was sweet - till thou could'st think In other hands its notes were such . Let him , who from thy neck unbound The chain which shiver'd in his grasp , Who saw that lute refuse to sound , Restring the ...
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... bear the weight alone . I would not one fond heart should share The bitter moments thou hast given ; And pardon thee , since thou could'st spare All that I loved , to peace or heaven . To them be joy or rest , on me Thy future ills ...
... bear the weight alone . I would not one fond heart should share The bitter moments thou hast given ; And pardon thee , since thou could'st spare All that I loved , to peace or heaven . To them be joy or rest , on me Thy future ills ...
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