ill:
my fondly-flutteri, be still!
thou busy pow'r, remembrance, cease!
ah! must the agonizing thrill
for ever bar returning peace!
no idly-feign'd, poetic pains,
my sad, love-lorings cim:
no shepherd's pipe-arcadian strains;
no fabled tortures, quaint and tame.
the plighted faith, the mutual fme,
the oft-attested pow'rs above,
the promis'd father's tender name;
these were the pledges of my love!
encircled in her g arms,
how have the raptur'd moments flown!
how have i wish'd for fortune's charms,
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The Lament(2/6)