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Page 110 - LOVE tlicc, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours ! I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jes'mine flow'rs. I love thee, as I love the last Rich smile of fading day, Which lingereth, like the look we cast, On rapture pass'd away. I love thee as T love the tone Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone. When all beside is mute.
Page 111 - To scented blossoming. I love thee, as I love the full Clear gushings of the song, Which lonely, sad, and beautiful, At night-fall floats along ; Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet The hours of rest and dew, When melody and moonlight meet To blend their charm and hue. I love thee, as the glad bird loves The freedom of its wing, On which delightedly it moves In wildest wandering.
Page 112 - LE TRISTE ADIEU. OFT have we parted Love! before With prospects darkly shadow'd o'er, But never have we sunder'd yet, With such wild hopelessness as now, Since first by fate's caprice we met, Since first upon each heart was set, Too powerful love's recorded vow. Oh!
Page 111 - I love thee as I love the first Young violet of the spring; Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd, To scented blossoming. I love thee, as I love the full, Clear gushings of the song, Which lonely — sad — and beautiful — At night-fall floats along, Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet The hours of rest and dew ; When melody and moonlight meet To blend their charm, and hue. I love thee, as the glad bird loves The freedom of its wing...
Page 139 - HAST thou e'er seen a moonlight path Upon the wild waves thrown, Binding their peacefulness or wrath As with a silvery zone, And shining, 'mid the darkness there More bright than it could gleam elsewhere?