Love Not
VE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers— Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours. Love not! Love not! the thing ye love may change: The rosy lip may cease to smile on you, The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange, The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not! Love not! the thing you love may die, May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, Beam o’er its grave, as once upon its birth. Love not! Love not! oh warning vainly said In present hours as in the years gone by; Love flings a halo round the dear ones’ head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die, Love not!
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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IS done--the night has pass'd away; And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of each burning tear;-- The silent echoes give no sound Of shriek or moan; and nothing round Can tell what breaking hearts h...
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I IT is the music of her native land,-- The airs she used to love in happier days; The lute is struck by some young gentle hand, To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays
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I AS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone looked pale; My weary eye was dim and wet, My strength began to fail
