Lines inscribed by request in the Album of a very amiable young Lady whom the author had never seen
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Lines inscribed by request in the Album of a very amiable young Lady whom the author had never seen
Description
Lady, `tis true we ne'er have met
On lowland vale or upland lea,
To utter joy, or weep regret,
For friends estrang'd or sweets that flee.
Perhaps thy heart hath known no ill,
That pains the breast to sad distress;
Forcing the tear to roll at will,
For scenes of former happiness.
Ah, no, thy life hath been a dream,
As gay as Fancy wears at night,
When love's its grand ennobling theme,
Filling the soul with chaste delight.
And Angle spirits look on thee,
A sister prototype they find,
In mould, in mien, and sympathy,
And bright accomplishment of mind.
For ever beam they blue eyes, maid,
Thy rose divide with lilly's hue,
And grief, ah, may it ne'er invade
To pall a grace that now we view.
On lowland vale or upland lea,
To utter joy, or weep regret,
For friends estrang'd or sweets that flee.
Perhaps thy heart hath known no ill,
That pains the breast to sad distress;
Forcing the tear to roll at will,
For scenes of former happiness.
Ah, no, thy life hath been a dream,
As gay as Fancy wears at night,
When love's its grand ennobling theme,
Filling the soul with chaste delight.
And Angle spirits look on thee,
A sister prototype they find,
In mould, in mien, and sympathy,
And bright accomplishment of mind.
For ever beam they blue eyes, maid,
Thy rose divide with lilly's hue,
And grief, ah, may it ne'er invade
To pall a grace that now we view.
Creator
Arion
Source
2:11, p. 86
Date
1828.06.06
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Lines inscribed by request in the Album of a very amiable young Lady whom the author had never seen,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/144.
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