Poems.

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Title
Poems.
Author
Temple, Laura Sophia.
Publication
London: Printed for R. Phillips
1805
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Pages

The DEATH of LOVE.

SONG.

I saw the leaves of Hope unclose I drank their rich meridian bloom ; And oh ! behold her fairest rose, Stripp'd of its blush and gay perfume.
Yes ! I beheld her brightest flow'r, Laid low by rude Fate's cutting wind ; Speechless I view'd the tempest low'r, And mark'd the rents it left behind.
I watch'd the furtive glance of Love, On me it dwelt, or seem'd to dwell ; And oh ! in vain my weak heart strove, To break its sweet and 'witching spell.

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How I have gaz'd­to madness gaz'd, On charms that others ne'er could find ; No faintest trace has time eras'd, Of all that stole my passive mind.
I meet again the thrilling beam, That caus'd my bosom's peace to die ; I hear once more those accents stream, That woke the wild delirious sigh.
Yes ! I have seen the gradual death, Of all that Hope or Love could give ; And mutely watch'd their fading breath ; This have I seen ! and yet I live.

Aug. 1804.

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