Richard Doddridge Blackmore Poems

In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
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PART I

True love's regale is incomplete,
'Till bitter leaven make it sweet;
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Driven away from Eden's gate
With biasing falchions fenced about,
Into a desert desolate,
A miserable pair came out,
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He

'THERE is plenty of room for two in here,
Within the steep tunnel of old grey stone;
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I

Right Fairy of the morn, with flowers arrayed,
Whose beauties to thy young pursuer seem
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I
Thou feeble implement of mind,
Wherewith she strove to scrawl her
name;
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When I was Head of Blunders school,
Before the age of stokers,
Compelled by rank to look a fool
Betwixt a pair of 'chokers,'
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