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TO A RIVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS
SMILING river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choak’d with ooze and grav'lly stones, Deep immersed, and unhearsed,
Lies young Edward's corse : his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case ;
It destroy'd, it now does grace.
THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
I have had playmates, I have bad companions, Inmy days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar facés.
I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces
childhood. Earth seemed a desart I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
How some they have died, and some they have
And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
HIGH-BORN Helen, round your dwelling
These twenty years I've paced in vain : Haughty beauty, thy lover's duty
Hath been to glory in his pain.
High-born Helen, proudly telling
Stories of thy cold disdain ;
And I no longer cau complain.
These twenty years I've lived on tears,
Dwelling for ever on a frown; On sighs I've fed, your scorn my bread;
I perish now you kind are grown.
Can I, who loved
beloved But for the scorn was in her eye,” Can I be moved for my beloved,
When she “ returns me sigh for sigh ?” VOL, l.