the ment
occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a friend's amour.
as! how oft does goodness would itself,
and sweet affe prove the spring of woe!
home.
o thou pale orb that silent shines
while care-untroubled mortals sleep!
thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
and wanders here to wail and weep!
with woe i nightly vigils keep,
beh thy wan, unwarming beam;
and mourn, iion deep,
how life and love are all a dream!
i joyless view thy rays adorn
the faintly-marked, distant hill;
i joyless view thy trembling horn,
reflected in the gurgling r
The Lament(1/6)