The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1820-11-14
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Mn SHIRLEY received the following Ioem a
few DAYS since from Cambridge, and don't
know that you can do better than TO publish it.
,r,s extremely bcautiful--but there is Byro-
mic character about IL, evidently growing out
of q poet,ccl prejudice. 'ris not an imitation
but II locks like it, aud that is sufficient con-
demnation in the mouths Of msdf people Let
the author look to this U.
The PARTING OF FLORENCE.
Uhaf am !? Nothing bm moi 81 arr thou
Sg,d Of mn tiouetf nth ichom 1 iracerse earth
Tnrisible but grsing--as gloo
1iir'd Nth ny splrf - byron.
Nv WILLIAM BicKER WALTrn.
I.
Now all i. past one long farewell
One tear 10 love aud all Is Ger!
I weep pot-for my bosom's swell,
Tell. me the heart can weep no more.
Vision. Of Hours. all past forever
mourn for now. and mourn alsne +.
Dark arsams--when Faies rude hand could sever
The chord.--which bound our souls in oae
Ii.
Yet nav ssk---but ak IN vain
Where roll'a the laughing hours away
And wake remenhrance--wake again
The houes that chses ~ brighter day -
! may--but must not--all Is past.
The .lay Of hope---,he light Of love.
The fr.t that frightened, and the last
Which mock. the dream a6ectiss wove.
Ill.
Proud swrils the tide of Being now
The hish sua brighl - The ky cloud blue
But dark may bs tbs waters How.
Tho cloud ma, wear sicanier hue
And be il so ~, can brave
The tempest, VIXEN il wings the hour.
Fssrles, may view It's terrors rave,
Unhnrt may trase its ruin power
".
love thee vet and thou shalt feel
The many VOWS our tongues have pligb,ed,
Nor Acknowledgements nge shall steal
Prem Nlem.ry,s beck though often blighted
NV hope,tsve been. ye, thou hast broken
TIE golden seal that stamps loves letter.
And ,ne--ssr othsr frisnds forsaken--
"REMINISCENCES w,se--'norc kins-and osuer
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proved thy heart and found II true
Pure. A. tho Alpine ,lrif,ed seow!
Soft. =. Won hvav eo'- mild arch Of blue
Bright. a, tho sunshine rivers fowl
So JOIN the rcvel--dsacs and song
Give all thy soul to pleasures sway
Tear from thy heart each fsncied wrong,
And give each wi'derHy passion play
III not rebuke ,hee c,lme, hours
Nay bring me % thy thoughts again.
Remembrance wake with serpent powers
Ard charm ih-e-- from thy dream of pain
Tho. yet rrsy's, feel than haste away.
Turn Inv dark eve on days me by
Give Frienship's right UNDECIDED sway
To ehilc the smile and wake the sigh
Think Of our walks when sventide.
Slow lupg il. shadows Ger the 'ky.
On mountain c,,H.--,h,ne only guide
We gaxsd at other worlds on high
Or WANDERED through the lonely grove,
When Autumn leaves were failing reuni.
And told romantic tales of love,
Or listened TO the rplng sound
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| Of.low fornt stresnis, that creP. along
| The busy grass o'et mos rocks driven;
| Or hearkeneh 20 the night birds song,
Csrol'd slong the darkling heaven -
When win,e.'. clouds shook out the snow,
Behel6 their ga,hsr,ng onp sspire'-
! All reckless heard the storm blasts blow,
As circled round the evening Ore
TX.
| We read the works Of Fiction's Child.
| Or coan'd deep and sefiou. page
Joined in the sports Of children wild
Or pla,'d the games which please oidage.-
| All these are gone yet memory kind
Shall paint them in their pfide again
Rising like .plrtso'er the mind
Prophe,,c-but alas! in vain
x.
Thy pledge is with ne IL will bring
Thy form NIL radinn, ~ Il shone
" hen life exultci in its spring,
Thou loyliest aud beloved one.
Thon wilt remember--it was given
On that calm summers eve But no
All 10 forgo,--iae charm is r!vcn
That mystic spell which tells OF woe
XII.
But none shall stenl it--.til the grave
Hard presses on this heart Of mine;
A nd then tits done--I csnsst have
Take il oaee more---agein Wis thine
Say--whe Gao shew the future scene,
That chance may bring or time unve'l
Thai may be now which oft has BEEN
The dust--the worm--the msurner's tale
XII.
We part mo more may meet on earth
Yet other cmes our souls shall claim +.
Blight elmes OF rest! glorious oirth
Our loves on earth--renew'd--the same
Florence +! sJieu and art than gone
Oblivion weave thy vision spell p!
NY way is dark--alone slone
Why shed n tearp Farewell Farewell!