By A Late Princess

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Title

By A Late Princess

Description

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laugh'd and danc'd, and talk'd and sung,
And, proud of health, of freedom vain,
Dreampt not of sorrow, care, or pain;
Concluding in those hours of glee,
That all the world was made for me.

But, when the days of trial came,
When sickness shook this trembling frame,
When Folly's gay pursuits were o'er,
And I could dance and sing no more,
It then occurr'd how sad 'twould be
Were this world only made for me.

Creator

Amelia

Source

1:2, p. 8

Date

1827.03.23

Collection

Citation

Amelia, “By A Late Princess,” Periodical Poets, accessed April 14, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/3.

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