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OH! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S
Oh! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
That death nor heeds nor hears distress :
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
MY SOUL IS DARK.
MY SOUL IS DARK-Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers Aling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again; If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain :
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first : I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst ;
For it hath been by sorrow nurst,
And ach'd in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,
And break at once -or yield to song.
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I SAW THEE WEEP--the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew :
Beside thee ceased to shine;
That fillid that glance of thine.
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye, Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,