Book 2 — FAREWELL TO LOVE[402:1]
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FAREWELL TO LOVE[402:1]
Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth; More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child Than I your form: yours were my hopes of youth, And as you shaped my thoughts I sighed or smiled. While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving 5 To pleasure's secret haunts, and some apart Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving, To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart. And when I met the maid that realised Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, 10 Say, but for her if aught on earth I prized! Your dreams alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness. O grief!—but farewell, Love! I will go play me With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me.
1806.
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Farewell my Love! yet blame ye not my Truth; More fondly never mother ey'd her child
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Sweet power of Love, farewell! nor blame my truth, More fondly never Mother ey'd her Child
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And as you wove the dream I sigh'd or smil'd MS. 1806: And as you wove my thoughts, I sigh'd or smil'd Courier, M. H.
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While some sought Wealth; others to Pleasure swerving, Many woo'd Fame: and some stood firm apart In joy of pride, self-conscious of deserving
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haunts] haunt L. R., Letters, &c., 1836, 1863.
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weak wishing] weak-wishing Courier, M. H.
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that] who Courier, M. H.
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will] must Courier, M. H.