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"Poems." In the digital collection British Women Romantic Poets. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/TempLPoems. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 12, 2024.
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YESTERDAY.
Oh magic word of wond'rous power,Dread spoiler of the present hour !Why dost thou chase the beam of joy,Why wake the fond reflective sigh ?Thou bane of bliss Enchanting Yesterday !
When Spring leads forth her blushing train,And flowrets gem the laughing plain,Some bankrupt heart will pensive throb,And of its charms the landscape rob,To paint the faded sky of Yesterday.
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Alas ! it cries, 'Can these compareWith those dear hours unbrown'd by Care ;Can that gay Sun, whose fervid glow,But makes my pulses throb with woe,Vie with the beauteous Sun of Yesterday ?
When Hope's illusive smiles are o'er,And Peace withdraws her balmy store.How Fancy plies her busy loom,To beckon back the vanish'd bloom,That mantled on the cheek of Yesterday ?
When Lovers breathe the warm adieu,And quit the haunts where passion grewHow Mem'ry then the past explores,And ev'ry touching grace adoresThat play'd around the brow of Yesterday !
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And my lorn heart too feels thy pow'r,The present sweets thou turn'st to sour ;E'en I review Time's ruffled stream,And often catch a vivid gleamThat bids me weep the flight of Yesterday.
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