A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Freeb from ilbe pRin it wu to par~
How could I belli' the paint
Yet .troag the omen in my heart
That IIAJ•-We meet again.
Meet with a deeper, dearer love:
For abeen•ce llhewl the WOl'tb
Of aU from 1 Whioh we thtn re~move,
FrieDda. home, and native earth.
Thou lovely polar ata.r, mine eyes
Still turn '•d. the fifllt on thee,
Till I have f'elt a sad surprise
That none• look'd up wlt.h me.
But thou haat sunk upon the wave,
Thy radiant plAce nnknoWD;
I seem to etnnd beeide a grave,
And standi by it alone.
Farewell I a.h, would to me were g{Yml
A power upon thy light I
What worde 1 upon our Engliab heaT&»
Thy loYin 1 g rays ehould write!
Kind meee&Jgee of love and hope
Upon thy raye abould be;
Thy sbinillfl· orbit •hould have ll'lope
Scarcely Emough for me.
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Caney Vl!lin, as It is fond,
And little• needed too ;
My friends I~ I need 110t loot beyond
My heart to look fot you.
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I All mona reb of all I survey;
My right there ie none to diepnte;
From the ee•ntre all round to the ••
I am lord of the fowl and the brubt'.
0 Solitude I wh11re are the charm•
That a&gE•B have seen in thy face 1
Better dwell in the tnldlt of alArms
Than reign in this horrible place.
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