Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . art, Importunate and vain;And while his passion touched my heart, I triumphed in his pain : 136 PEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ;And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. But mine the sorrow, mine the fault. And well my life shall pay :I 11 seek the solitude he sought. And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I 11 lay me down and die ;Tvvas so for me that Edwin did; And so for him will I. Forbid it. Heaven ! the Hermit cried,And clasped her to his b
Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . art, Importunate and vain;And while his passion touched my heart, I triumphed in his pain : 136 PEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ;And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. But mine the sorrow, mine the fault. And well my life shall pay :I 11 seek the solitude he sought. And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I 11 lay me down and die ;Tvvas so for me that Edwin did; And so for him will I. Forbid it. Heaven ! the Hermit cried,And clasped her to his breast: The wondering fair one turned to chide,—Twas Edwins self that pressed. Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to seeThy own, thy long-lost Edwin here. Restored to love and thee. Thus let me hold thee to my heart. And every care resign :And shall we never, never part. My life, my all thats mine 1 No, never from this hour to part, We 11 live and love so true;The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwins PEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. 139 Twilight. iMi^ 1 O R D S W O PyT H,
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