Carolyn Clive

YE swallows, through this heavy day,
That near earth's surface prey and play,
With active wing so swift and free,
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E'EN now methinks, I see the ashes stir
As dawns the Last Day on the sepulchre.
While from mid heav'n the trumpet rolls its wave
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ONE evening 'mid the summer flown
Has stamp'd my memory more than any;
It pass'd us by among the many,
And yet it stands there, all alone.
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HOW soon forgotten are the Dead!
A splendid throng the Palace calls
To meet and revel in its halls;
And of the names that thus are sped,
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THE lightest air that ever flew
Unheard across the summer's blue,
The lightest burthen bore on high,
That e'er went wingless through the sky.
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LOWER, lower burn thou fire;
Lessen in the dark'ning room;
Sad I watch thy rays expire.
Thou the last I light at home.
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OLD Ghosts, ye all are dispossess'd,
Your former house is levell'd now;
Another house at my behest
Has lifted over yours, its brow.
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WHILE the day descends to night,
And the ev'ning air grows cold,
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I STOOD within the grave's o'ershadowing vault;
Gloomy and damp it stretch'd its vast domain;
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LOOK back, look back! the height is won,
The journey of thy youth is done;
Thou hast pass'd the clime of flow'rs,
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THERE was an ancient dwelling-place,
The home of English Squires;
An ancient Lady dwelt therein,--
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RUDE was the ancient forest glade,
A tangled wilderness of shade;
And labour's hand had wrought with pain,
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I PASSED a day on Mosel river,--
A day beginning with the sun;
It ended not till light was over,
And then, alas! that it was done.
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I FEEL within myself a life
That holds 'gainst death a feeble strife;
They say 'tis destined that the womb
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FRESH snow is now the mountain's crown,
And clouds with growing day come down,
And I who in the spring time trod
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LITTLE, fairy Isabel!
Great or little is it well
To call thy beauty, since the smart,
It causes overpowers my heart.
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WE two have sate and sung together
Full oft that old familiar strain;
Ah, Friend! who now shall tell us whether
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FORBID, oh Fate! forbid that I
Should linger long before I die!
Ah, let me not sad day by day
Upon a dying bed decay,
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MY bark floats on the sea of death,
Of deep'ning waves the sport;
And dull disease, with heavy breath,
Impels me from the port.
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BENEATH a Tree's green leafy shade,
In Life's profusion, freshly spread,
On herbage rich, and blossoms fair,
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