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ROBERT SOUTHEY

With them I take delight in weal

And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel

How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them

I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn,

Partake their hopes and fears; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead ; anon

My place with them will be, And 1 with them shall travel on

Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.

��WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

ff7. The MaicPs Lament

T LOVED him not ; and yet now he is gone,

  • I feel I am alone.

I checked him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,

Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought,

And wearied all my thought

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