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Miscellaneous Poems.
Thy voice I never more shall hear,Which in old times did seem so dear,That, ere it trembled in mine ear,My quick heart heard it, Rosaline!Would I might die! I were as well,Ay, better, at my home in hell,To set for aye a burning spell'Twixt me and memory, Rosaline!
Why wilt thou haunt me with thine eyes,Wherein such blessed memories,Such pitying forgiveness lies,Than hate more bitter, Rosaline?Woe's me! I know that love so highAs thine, true soul, could never die,And with mean clay in churchyard lie,—Would it might be so, Rosaline!
1841.
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