Josias Homely Poems

Adieu—for my heart must forget thee;
Fare thee well—I must love thee no more;
Yet in life can I cease to regret thee,
My peace can cold absence restore?
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I've heard the stranger lightly speak
Of thee my native land ;
A gloom, he said, o'er-cast thy sky.
Rough billows beat thy strand—
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There dwells for him a brightness in the shades,
A soft still whisper, in the silent woods,
A charm to sooth his loneliest, dreariest hour,
Peopling with mild delight his solitude.
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Blind wench ! thou'rt shy, but right or wrong
I'll greet thee with a hearty song ;
If e'er thy smile I should enjoy,
In fun and frolic, I'll employ
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O the beam of thy dark eye was flame-like aiul bright
In the days which are fled, bonny maiden,
Its each changing glance eeem'd a varying delight.
In bright hours—now dead, bonny maiden ;
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Oh! I have crush'd
Thee, pretty flow'r,
And thou art dying',
Long before
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Night bird ! thou art waking,
Tliouirh the tuneful all rest—
And the day-beam forsaking
Its cloud in the west.
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The sun light of the winter's eve,
Grew dim upon the moor,
An aged white hair'd poor old man,
Stood by his cottage door ;
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They told thee that the tempest cloud
Was gathering o'er my fated head ;
But thou didst scorn the warning proud—
We gaily to the desert sped,
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Sweet primrose, beguiling
With the warmth of deceit,
Was the sunbeam so smiling
Which sought thy retreat ;
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