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"Maid of Athens, Ere We Part" 951

And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say "Father!"
Though his care she must forego?

When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is pressed,

Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee;
Think of him thy love had blessed!

Should her lineaments resemble

Those thou nevermore may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me.

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
Whither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee, by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But 'tis done, all words are idle,-
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well!-thus disunited,

Torn from every nearer tie,

Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

George Gordon Byron [1788-1824]

"MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART"

MAID of Athens, ere we part,

Give, ch, give me back my heart!

Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Ζώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ,

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;

By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;

By love's alternate joy and woe,
Ζώη μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ,

Maid of Athens! I am gone:

Think of me, sweet! when alone.

Though I fly to Istambol,

Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!

Ζώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ

George Gordon Byron [1788-1824]

"WHEN WE TWO PARTED"

WHEN We two parted

In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.

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"GO, FORGET ME"

Go, forget me! Why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me,-and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile-though I shall not be near thee.
Sing-though I shall never hear thee.
May thy soul with pleasure shine,
Lasting as the gloom of mine.

Like the sun, thy presence glowing

Clothes the meanest things in light;
And when thou, like him, art going,

Loveliest objects fade in night.
All things looked so bright about thee,
That they nothing seem without thee;

By that pure and lucid mind
Earthly things are too refined.

Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming,
Softly on my soul that fell;
Go, for me no longer beaming-
Hope and Beauty, fare ye well!
Go, and all that once delighted
Take-and leave me, all benighted,
Glory's burning, generous swell,
Fancy, and the poet's shell.

Charles Wolfe [1791-1823]

LAST NIGHT

I SAT with one I love last night,
She sang to me an olden strain;
In former times it woke delight,
Last night-but pain.

Last night we saw the stars arise,
But clouds soon dimmed the ether blue:
And when we sought each other's eyes
Tears dimmed them too!

We paced along our favorite walk,
But paced in silence broken-hearted:
Of old we used to smile and talk;
Last night-we parted.

George Darley [1795-1846]

ADIEU

LET time and chance combine, combine,

Let time and chance combine;

The fairest love from heaven above,

That love of yours was mine,

My dear,

That love of yours was mine.

Jeanie Morrison

The past is fled and gone, and gone,

The past is fled and gone;

If naught but pain to me remain,

I'll fare in memory on,
My dear,

I'll fare in memory on.

The saddest tears must fall, must fall,
The saddest tears must fall;

In weal or woe, in this world below,
I love you ever and all,
My dear,

I love you ever and all.

A long road full of pain, of pain,

A long road full of pain;

One soul, one heart, sworn ne'er to part,

We ne'er can meet again,

My dear,

We ne'er can meet again.

Hard fate will not allow, allow,

Hard fate will not allow;

We blessed were as the angels are,—

Adieu forever now,
My dear,

Adieu forever now.

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Thomas Carlyle [1795-1881]

JEANIE MORRISON

I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west,

Through mony a weary way;

But never, never can forget

The luve o' life's young day!

The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en,
May weel be black gin Yule;
But blacker fa' awaits the heart
Where first fond luve grows cule.

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