< Page:Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900.djvu
This page needs to be proofread.

CAROLINE SOUTHEY

But I have drunk enough of life

The cup assign'd to me Dash'd with a little sweet at best,

So scantily, so scantily To know full well that all the rest More bitterly, more bitterly, Drugg'd to the last will be.

And I may live to pain some heart

That kindly cares for me : To pain, but not to bless. O Death!

Come quietly come lovingly And shut mine eyes, and steal my breath; Then willingly, O willingly, I'll go away with thee!

��GEORGE GORDON BYRON, LORD BYRON

fp7. When we Two parted

VUTHEN we two parted

    • In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

�� �

    This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.